Chapter 610: Chapter 610: Please Sign the Separation Agreement

“Grandpa, it’s windy here, let’s sit over there.” Olivia Jenkins pushed her grandpa’s wheelchair away, leaving Daniel Marshall sitting alone on the long bench.

The old man’s face slightly changed, but Olivia didn’t notice as she steered his wheelchair.

“Olivia, have you two had an argument?” he asked.

Her bright almond eyes twinkled intelligently as she replied softly, “Grandpa, how did you judge that we had a disagreement?”

“You’re behaving the same way I do when I’m mad at someone and don’t want to talk to them,” he replied.

Olivia slightly furrowed her brows, her eyes still twinkling. “Grandpa, did I express that so obviously? Is my discontent really written all over my face?”

The old man looked back at Olivia, tilting his head, “You weren’t holding hands today.”

“I was pushing the wheelchair, I can’t hold hands,” Olivia replied, her almond eyes sharp as she subjected her grandpa to an observant and intriguing stare.

Being a doctor, Olivia thought her grandpa was fairly sharp for his condition. He was alert and showed no signs of memory loss, but she noticed some abnormality which, however, she chose to ignore.

“Olivia, would you ever get tired of this old fool?” Grandpa asked. “If anyone troubles you, you can tell me, and I’ll blow off your steam.”

Olivia flashed a slight smile, feeling a little relieved. “Grandpa, thank you! I’m really doing well. I’ve just been busy recently because the TV series I’m overseeing is about to start filming. I might not be able to visit you as often. But rest assured, I would never disown you. You’re my revered elder.”

The old man said nothing but gently patted Olivia’s hand. Even if his mind wasn’t functioning well, his eyes still worked. He could still see.

Just as Olivia sat down, she saw Daniel coming over.

Suddenly, the old man gripped both Daniel’s hand and Olivia’s hand and pushed them together. “You two are even worse than primary school children, always throwing tantrums. I’m tired of dealing with you. You’ve upset me.”

Daniel held Olivia’s hand tightly, and she could not pull it away.

At that moment, Olivia shot Daniel a cold glance.

Daniel, acting as if nothing happened, tightened his grip on Olivia’s hand. “Grandpa, it’s my fault. I should apologize to Olivia.”

Grandpa’s lips pouted as he glared at Daniel and gave him a smack. “Olivia, I’m standing up for you. I smacked him.”

Trying not to upset her grandpa further, Olivia prevented the situation from escalating. “Grandpa, let it be. Be careful of the IV in your hand. I’m not angry anymore, I feel better.”

“If he dares to upset you again, you tell me. I’ll smack him again.”

Olivia didn’t respond, simply nodding in acknowledgment, while Daniel solemnly promised, “Grandpa, you can rest assured, I won’t upset Olivia again.”

“Alright, you two go home together. My head’s starting to hurt. I need to rest.”

Just as Olivia was about to push the wheelchair, Aria Douglas walked in. After a slight bow, she pushed the old man’s wheelchair and they left the garden.

Once grandpa was out of sight, Olivia shook off Daniel’s hand displeasingly.

Her expression unchanged, but her eyes were filled with contempt and scorn. “The show’s over, it’s time for everyone to leave. If you want to continue acting, do it with someone else.”

Just as Olivia was walking away, Daniel grabbed her arm, his gaze tender. His low, resonant voice was as captivating as a cello, striking a chord. “Honey, I’m sorry! I know I was wrong. I know you’ve gone through a lot. Please hear me out. It’s not what you think or what you see.”

But Olivia remained resolute, her almond eyes coldly fixed on Daniel. “Please sign the separation agreement.”