POV: Olivia

We stepped out of the room together and headed downstairs on his private lift. I helped him with his wheelchair, pushing him gently. He’s been silent since I said something about my past and the challenges I face while growing up with my jealous and hateful twin. We met some maids and guards when we arrived at the sitting room, and one of the guards offered to help me with his wheelchair. But I turned him down, choosing to push him myself.

“Oh shoot!

I forgot to help the kids get ready for school today.” I blurted out as I saw one of the maids cleaning the mess...