Another Appointment with the Neuropsychologist

Olivia's shoulder deflected as she went to sit behind her office desk, considering the issue on ground. "Mum, do you think Victor might be the one sending the flowers? After all, he's recovered."

Stella's gaze sharpened. "I'd almost forgotten about him. If he's been up to something since the accident, it won't be good for us."

"We need to deal with him before he crosses paths with Aurora," Olivia replied, her frown deepening. "Everything could blow up in our faces."

"Don't worry, I will meet with him. If he's tired of living, I'll help him along," Stella assured with a cold smile. "Also, keep an eye out for that Martin car. I want the plate number as soon as it shows up."

At the knock on her door, Olivia hurriedly concluded their conversation. "Got it, Mum. Talk later."

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Around lunch, Aurora received a call from her father's secretary.