Emily's face turned pale with fear, and she managed to suppress her curiosity. However, the thought that Blake's father might have been killed by Richard made her realize that everything was far more serious than she had imagined.
This was a fight to the death, a gamble with lives at stake, even though there were no visible signs of battle.
Emily was filled with regret. She had initially come up with the bad idea to impress and prove herself, but now it felt like she had dropped a stone on her own foot.
Sunny had been in a daze at home for almost two days, not eating anything except for a few sips of water.
If it weren't for Moira showing up with a bag full of food and snacks, she might have starved herself to death.
"Look at you! Hiding in the corner, living in a daze. This isn't like my daughter at all," Moira exclaimed as she entered the dimly lit room and quickly pulled open the curtains, letting the bright light stream in.
Sunny instinctively shielded her eyes, struggling to adjust to the sudden brightness.
"Mom, why are you here?" Sunny asked weakly.
"Why do you think I'm here? Of course, I came to check on you!" Moira replied as she began unpacking the food she had brought. "Come on, eat something. Don't ruin your stomach. The sky won't fall. If you keep starving yourself, you'll waste away."
"Mom, has Olivia called you? She's disappeared again," Sunny asked weakly as she got up from the bed.
"No, she's vanished. Who knows where she's gone? By the way, why is she always on the run? What trouble has she gotten herself into? Do you know anything?" Moira asked curiously, as she was equally in the dark about Olivia's affairs.
Sunny, of course, couldn't reveal the truth to her mother; otherwise, she would worry herself sick again.
Moira led Sunny out of the living room, sat her down at the table, and handed her chopsticks. "Hurry up. It won't be good if it gets cold."
"Thank you, Mom," Sunny whispered, gripping the fork and began eating silently.
Moira went to tidy up the room, muttering to herself, "Olivia is really a handful. She was in the past and still is now. I'm really worried about how she'll manage when she gets older."
"Mom, if Olivia had made a grave mistake, would you forgive her?" Sunny, who had been tormented by internal pressure for the past few days, was struggling to make a choice between family and love, which was an extremely cruel thing to do. Therefore, she still couldn't make the right choice up to now.
Moira's movements slowed down as if she was thinking. Then she scoffed, "As long as she hasn't committed murder, I can forgive any other mistakes."
Sunny's hand trembled, and her beautiful eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Moira. Would Moira really make such a choice?
They were sisters after all.
"Mom, what if, I mean, what if Olivia really did kill someone? If you knew where she was, would you call the police to arrest her?" Sunny urgently needed her mother to point her in the right direction and stop her confusion.
Moira furrowed her brows and then suddenly ran over, staring intently at her and asked, "Sunny, do you know something about what's happened to Olivia? Tell me. I'm really worried about her."
"I, I don't know. I was just giving an example," Sunny's eyes flickered with guilt as she spoke.
"You silly girl, you shouldn't joke about something like this. If she really did kill someone, that would be the end of her life!" Moira scolded her with a mix of anger and laughter.
After hearing Moira's words, Sunny's expression turned desperate. Then she asked again, "Mom, you still haven't given me an answer. Would you call the police?"
"Call the police? Of course not. She's my sister. Even if she did kill someone, I believe she must have had her reasons. Olivia, as you know, has no other flaws except for her greed for money. If she killed someone accidentally or was manipulated by others, that would be a different story. In any case, I can't betray my family," Moira's words were heartfelt and sincere, but they were also the answer everyone would think of first.
People always believe that their loved ones would never kill without reason, and even if they did, it must have been unintentional, and there must be something forgivable about it.
Hearing Moira's words, Sunny let out a sigh of relief. The dark clouds that had been weighing on her heart for days began to clear. Perhaps the decision she had made wasn't entirely wrong.
"Hurry up and eat!" Moira urged her, seeing that she was lost in thought.
"Mom, you should go back," Sunny said softly.
"I can't leave you alone like this!" Moira plopped down on the sofa. Although she had been busy taking care of her little son before, Sunny's current condition was also a great cause for concern.
In the past, she was optimistic, positive, and always wore a smile and exuded confidence, so Moira didn't worry about her at all and was very comfortable letting her explore the world.