Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 57: Chapter 57

"Grandpa," Olivia stepped forward and greeted him.
Bradley looked surprised. As he got to his feet, he asked, "When did you get here? Why didn't you call out to me?"
Olivia smiled, "I haven't been here long."
She gently supported him as they walked over to the nearby chairs and sat down together.
"How have you been feeling lately?" Olivia asked. "Have you visited the hospital for regular checkups?"
Ever since the family's downfall and the passing of her grandmother, Bradley's health had declined rapidly. He developed a persistent cough, and his heart started giving him trouble.
Bradley waved her off. "Just some old ailments. Nothing serious. Don't worry about me. Just take care of yourself."
"I'm doing well, Grandpa. You don't have to worry," Olivia replied with a soft smile.
Bradley patted her hand reassuringly. "I saw the news online a while ago. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just let things take their course. Whatever becomes of the Kaur family, that's what we should face. It's not your burden.
"You barely had the chance to enjoy any of the family's glory. We shouldn't pin all our hopes on your shoulders. From now on, put yourself first. Don't keep sacrificing for the sake of this family, alright?"
Though none of the people in the news clips showed their faces—everyone was blurred—Bradley recognized his granddaughter instantly. No matter how pixelated the image, he knew it was Olivia.
The public seemed to think Olivia, as the legal wife, had righteously slapped the mistress in a satisfying, dramatic twist. But all Bradley saw was Olivia's quiet pain. There was nothing satisfying about it at all.
Dylan took his mistress on a trip and even bought her expensive gifts all right under Olivia's nose. That wasn't just humiliation; it was betrayal delivered with a knife to Olivia's heart.
Even if others gifted Olivia something more valuable afterward, it couldn't erase the sting of Dylan's actions.
Bradley sighed heavily, "I never imagined Dylan could be that cruel to bring his mistress in front of you. He even tramples your feelings and acts like you don't even matter."
Olivia forced a light-hearted laugh. "Grandpa, I didn't know you'd still pay attention to gossip like that?"
Bradley replied, "The kids were talking about it. I just asked some questions and ended up seeing something so upsetting.
"I feel so uncomfortable just watching. I can't imagine how heartbroken you would feel. If it's really that unbearable, just divorce him. After that, go abroad and leave all of this behind. Don't worry about the family anymore."
Olivia responded, "I won't let myself suffer, Grandpa. I know what I'm doing. The doctors told you to stress less, remember? So please, don't overthink things."
Bradley let out another weary sigh but didn't say anything else.
That evening, Olivia stayed for dinner. There were no housekeepers in the house anymore. Daily meals were usually prepared by Carol. But every time Olivia returned, the job conveniently fell to her, under the guise of fulfilling her duty to her grandpa.
Olivia didn't mind doing something for her family. She used to cook daily for Dylan when they were home together, so making a meal for her family wasn't a big deal.
She even sympathized with Carol, who had to cook for such a large family. The other family members were too used to being served and didn't lift a finger, but Carol came from a poor family background, and she could handle housework.
Ever since the Kaur family lost their wealth and the servants were dismissed, all the chores had fallen to Carol.
Olivia suggested hiring a maid for them, but the family was still buried in debt, and they were too concerned about public opinion to hire one.
Olivia thought as she stirred a pot, 'Those who can endure hardships just seem destined to suffer. Carol is exactly that kind of person.'
Halfway through cooking, Olivia's phone rang. It was a call from Dylan.
As soon as Olivia answered the call, Dylan's impatient voice came. "Where the hell are you? Why aren't you home yet?"
"I'm staying at my grandfather's place tonight," Olivia replied in an even tone. "I'll be back tomorrow. And unless it's about your grandfather, don't call me again. I don't want to talk to you."
With that, she hung up decisively.
But just as she finished preparing the meal, an unexpected visitor arrived at the house.