Chapter 143
Chapter 143 I am a patient
Elvis was driving his Rolls-Royce Phantom, and he didn’t utter a word throughout the journey.
Olive already concluded that he was angry. She turned her face and looked at him.
“Mr. Augustine, are you angry?” Olive asked in a bid to wave off the air of awkwardness and possibly
initiate a conversation.
Elvis pressed his hand on the steering and responded without squinting,
“Why then are you asking?”
“Mr. Augustine, I really can exin this matter. I didn’t know that the principal of Holy Nile academy is
your aunt, and I also didn’t know that Marvin is your brother. It was just a coincidence.”
Elvis nced at her and inquired,
“Is Marvin your colleague?”
Elvis wasn’t aware that Marvin was in LA, and he wasn’t also aware that Marvin had entered the Ivory
Council and became colleagues with Olive. Reasons being that Marvin was an academician in Canada,
the youngest at such.
Olive nodded honestly,
“Yes, I met him at Ivory Council.”
“Are you both familiar with each other?”
“I’m not familiar with him, I just found out his name a while ago…
“Anything else?” Elvis questioned with his eyes glued to the road.
“What do you wanna hear? Okay fine, Marvin had helped me a few times.” Olive replied tiredly.
Before Olive couldplete her sentence, Elvis let out a low and hoarseughter. The Marvin that he
knew wasn’t someone who liked to meddle in other people’s affair. He was cold and distant. If they
weren’t familiar with each other, why then did he help her?
Elvis mmed the steering wheel with his big hand and swerved. The car elerated like
an arrow.
Olive felt like she was about to be flown out of the car. She gasped as her face became pale with fright.
“Mr. Augustine, please drive slowly.” Olive beckoned.
Elvis’s handsome face was cold. He didn’t slow down, but had stepped on the elerator, increasing
the speed of the car.
Olive was dizzy and a feeling of nauseating suddenly clouded her.
“Mr. Augustine, if you don’t slow down, I’ll be a little upset. Let me also ask you, Bounty is your aunt,
right? Did you send Pam to Holy Nile through your aunt’s connection? Yea, you did send Pam,
and you think that’s nothing. But I really don’t understand why
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window, as she ignored him. The atmosphere in the car became stiffened, as silence fell. This was a
real quarrel for them. Elvis raised his hand and ripped open the two buttons on his shirt. He was furious
that Olive was conversing with his brother. He didn’t like the feeling at all. Elvis adjusted his neck and
looked at Olive. Olive’s face had turned wan. Such a fast speed had left her nervous and
ufortable. She hugged her dress tightly, as she hoped for the car to slow down. Elvis’s anger
seemed to have been quenched. As a mature and rational man, he was perfectly aware of the dangers
of driving so fast and careless. Elvis licked his lips as he realized how terrifying he was whenever he
lost control of himself. Elvis slowed down the car and stopped by the roadside. Olive quickly opened
the front passenger’s door. She found a trash can by the side of the road and vomited into it. Tonight,
Olive had taken a sip of the red wine. She retched a few times, and spat out all the bitter contents from
her oesophagus. Her eyes suddenly turned red.
Elvis stepped out of the car and went to her side. He wanted to raise his hand to caress her back, but
his right hand froze in the air. After some seconds, he retracte d it.
He handed her a w hite handkerchief. Olive had stopped vomiting as she collected the hanky and
wiped her mou th. Once she was done, she raised her eyes to look at him.
you “I do understand that you’re angry, but please next time don’t drive so fast, I don’t like driving so
fast. You made me so ufortable.”
Elvis looked at her reddened eyes. There were even some tears on it. Têxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.
Elvis suddenly felt like a knife was twisting in his chest.
“It’s seems like I can’t control myself. Treat me as though I’m si c k again.”
Olive could notice the self-deprecating expression on his eyebrows. She quickly took out a pill from her
purse and ced it on his lips.
“Take this medicine, you’ll be alright, okay?”
Elvis turned his head and avoided the pill. Usually, he would obediently take the pill and corporate with
Olive. This was the first time he had refused medication from Olive.
“Why don’t you wanna have it?” Olive asked
Elvis reached out and collected the pills from Olive and threw it into the trash can.
“Hey, what are you doing? How could you throw away the medicine?” Olive frowned and quickly
opened the lid of the trash can. She ced both of her hands into the trash can as she searched for
the pill.
Elvis quickly grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.
“I should be asking what you’re doing. Why are you sticking your hands into the trash?”
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“Elvis, that’s medicine. You shouldn’t throw it away or give up on yourself. Cooperate with my
treatment!”
Elvis hugged her soft waist and forced her into the car. His indifferent voice sounded,
“I don’t wanna take drugs tonight.”
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Elvis and Olive entered the living room. The olddy who was awaiting Elvis quickly greeted,
“Oh my, wee you two. Elvis, did you meet the talented girl which your aunt spoke off? Does Marvin
likes her?”
Before the olddy Samantha could utter another word, Elvis interrupted,
“Yup, I did see the girl. I even brought her home.”
“What do you mean?” The olddy questioned confusingly.
Olive shyly stepped forward she held the olddy’s hand.
“Grandma, there must be some misunderstanding about this. The principal and I, I mean Elvis’s aunt
and I, we kinda know each other prior to now.”
The olddy looked at Olive stunningly.
“Olive, the talented girl which Bounty bragged about, is it you?”
Olive blinked and nodded.
“Well, it seems.”
“But everyone is of the opinion that you only graduated from high school…”
“Grandma, I really don’t know how that school of thought came about. But I was rmended to
Canada’s first-ss medical university to study at age thirteen. I became a postdoctoral student at the
age of fifteen. I didn’t have much left to learn, so I returned home. When I arrived, aunt offered me an
admission to study at Holy Nile. I thought that it was too far away from home, so I had rejected the
offer. This time, aunt Bounty invited me to the dinner party…”