Olivia Jenkins's beautiful features radiated confidence and pride. Her almond eyes drooped slightly as she casually admired her newly manicured nails in the afternoon light.
The atmosphere in the living room was tense, as though a low pressure storm was brewing.
The old man didn't make a sound, nobody spoke, all eyes were on Olivia.
Didn't this woman realize the gravity of the situation?
And she managed to stay seated!
Yet, Bella Thompson stared at Olivia with a hint of disdain in her eyes. Her frivolous nature must be this woman's very essence.
She hoped the old man would finally drive this wretched girl, Olivia, out of the Marshall family this time.
Michael Marshall wore a grave expression his clenched lips seemed to harbor a wave of pent-up anger.
Matthew Marshall sat in the living room, like a mere spectator.
For this sister-in-law, he was indifferent, feeling that his elder brother's taste has been deteriorating day by day.