Perhaps sensing the gentle touch, Titus Zane, who was in deep sleep, actually uttered a murmur.
The sound was so faint that it was almost inaudible unless the room was quiet enough.
His forehead rubbed against that warm spot, like a cat seeking comfort.
Almost simultaneously, Nathan Moore’s hand that was on Titus Zane’s forehead stiffened as if electrocuted, and his eyes darkened unclearly. However, his handsome face quickly returned to being icy cold.
Because the warmth was no longer there, Titus Zane frowned in his sleep and anxiously called out, "Logan..."
Nathan Moore’s handsome face, colder than ever, was as icy as the cold of December, capable of freezing the surroundings.
The black eyes flashed sharply, an expression of his anger.
Such a malicious woman, not only harming her own younger sister but also treating him as someone else’s substitute.
Thinking of the word "substitute," Nathan Moore’s cheeks tensed up with barely visible bite marks as he glared at the unconscious Titus Zane on the bed, wishing he could devour her alive.
"Nathan, it’s time for work, you should go. I will take care of my sister," Olivia Zane appeared at the bedroom door, pushing her in.
"No need," Nathan Moore’s gaze was still sharply focused on Titus Zane.
"What?" Olivia Zane’s face changed slightly, carefully observing him.
"Nathan, aren’t you going to work?"
Only then did Nathan Moore turn his head to see Olivia Zane still at the door. His face, though no longer icy cold, was still not gentle, but it was a normal expression.
"I’m going to work; she doesn’t need care!"
With that, Nathan Moore walked past Olivia Zane and headed towards the stairs.
Olivia Zane turned to watch his back until he disappeared, then let her maid push her into the room.
Standing in front of the bed and looking at the unconscious Titus Zane, Olivia Zane, as her biological sister, felt no pity or sympathy, only showing a malicious glint in her eyes, her doll-like face distorted with jealousy.
"Titus Zane, what virtue or ability do you have to lie in Nathan’s bed, thinking that a little self-torture will win his sympathy, I tell you, forget it! Nathan is mine, you cannot take him away! He only has endless hate for you, he can never love you! You cannot take away what’s mine! Nathan is mine! Our parents are mine! Everything is mine! Including, your life!"
The latter statement, Olivia Zane spoke through gritted teeth as if the person lying on the bed was an irreconcilable enemy, her expression twisted, her eyes filled with venomous light.
The maid stood behind her all along, looking at the woman on the bed, unmoved.
"Madam, your phone!" Mrs. Liu’s voice came from downstairs, Olivia Zane then calmed her emotions, turned her head, and responded to someone outside the door.
"Understood." Then she commanded the maid, "Carry me downstairs."
You have to admit, although the maid looks petite, she possesses surprising strength.
Every time Olivia Zane went upstairs or downstairs, it was the maid who took charge without asking for help.
Nathan Moore had suggested hiring more maids to make it easier for her to move around, but Olivia Zane refused, saying one person was enough to take care of her, not liking too many people around.
Olivia Zane was carried downstairs by the maid and placed on a sofa in the hall; she took the phone from Mrs. Liu and regained her harmless doll face.
"Olivia, why didn’t you come back with Nathan this weekend?"
On the other end of the phone, Ariana Evans asked with concern.
"Hmph, isn’t it because of your good daughter!"
"Titus Zane? What happened to her?"
"Who knows what upset her outside, she came back holding a bottle of liquor and wouldn’t leave her room, ended up getting drunk and then fell asleep on the terrace..."
"How is Titus Zane now?" Olivia Zane hadn’t finished speaking when Ariana Evans interrupted her, sounding anxious.
"Hmph, what else, she’s feverish, getting an IV," Olivia Zane snorted coldly.
"Olivia!" Ariana Evans’ tone became serious and cautionary, "Have you forgotten what I told you before! If she’s well, you’re well! Remember, don’t let her ruin her body, do you hear me!"
"If she wants to ruin herself, I can’t control that," Olivia Zane said nonchalantly.
"You must control it!" Ariana Evans’ tone turned even more stern, "Remember, if you want to stay healthy yourself, keep an eye on her!"
"I know," Olivia Zane agreed reluctantly.