Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

Wanda couldn’t help softening at Gerard’s pleading gaze. “If you insist on getting the check, you may do so, Mr. Zahn.” 

Jenny sat down in quiet reluctance. 

Gerard gave Wanda a grateful look and returned to his seat. 

He pulled out his phone and said with a sigh, “I’ve been so busy these days that I forgot to invite Carlisle to join us for a meal. How about I give him a call right now and you can have an impromptu get–together?” He decided to use Carlisle as his safety net. Surely Carlisle’s presence would make Wanda and the others more amiable. 

Wanda saw through Gerard’s motives but did not stop him. She figured this was a good chance to assess if Carlisle was on good terms with him and Maria. If they were close, Wanda wouldn’t mind going easy on the terms of the loan. 

Ten minutes ago elsewhere, Carlisle sat with Daniel, Francis, and Olivia at a table set up outside A1 Seafood Restaurant. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Shane had yet to arrive, and the dishes had yet to be served. 

Olivia had told everyone the story of how she and Shane became a couple. As it turned out, they came from the same village. 

Their parents also worked in the same quarry, but there was a terrible rockslide six years ago. Instead of taking accountability, the owner of the quarry ran off without offering any bereavement payouts to the families of those affected by the incident. 

Shane’s grandparents were so heartbroken by the loss of his parents that they ended up passing away from grief themselves. Shane had raised himself since then, making a living by tending to his family’s orchard. 

Olivia’s father was a good–for–nothing philanderer who didn’t bother looking for a job in the village. Her grandparents probably died out of anger and disappointment in him. 

Olivia’s mother, on the other hand, had to do all sorts of odd jobs to make ends meet. However, her measly income was barely enough to put food on the table. 

When it came to harvest season, Olivia and Shane would take days off from school just to toil away on the farmlands and orchards. They would work through the day and study in the evenings by candlelight. 

Shane had managed to get into Riverland University through his excellent grades and discipline, Olivia got into a second–rate university. 

while 

Just as Olivia thought things were looking up for her, her mother was diagnosed with uremia. She thought her life was falling apart the moment she read the lab report. 

When she begged her father on her knees to save her mother, he beat her up and threw both mother daughter out of the house. 

Burdened by astronomical medical bills and the expenses that came with lifelong dialysis, Olivia’s mother had attempted to take her own life on a few occasions. 

Shane took them both in before they were overcome with devastation, and he even brought Olivia’s mother for her treatments. It was then that Olivia learned Shane had sold his family’s orchard, the source of his livelihood. 

He had only just turned 18 then. Having lost his only source of income, he worked through the summer to come up with his and Olivia’s college tuition that year. 

Daniel’s eyes were filled with surprise as he asked, “You’re telling me that he made ten grand in two months? How did he do it?” 

Olivia said through sobs, “He never told me, but I saw needle marks on his arms. I suspect he might have sold pints of his blood to come up with that money.” 

Daniel handed her a couple of tissues. “I don’t think so. He must have done something else to come up with that money, blood isn’t worth that much.” 

Olivia wiped her tears with the tissues and said, “I don’t know. Whatever it is he did, it couldn’t have been 

anything illegal. He’s too good for that.” 

“Carlisle, Dan!” 

Shane walked up to them at that moment. When he saw Olivia at the table, he was taken aback. “Olivia?” 

Olivia looked up at him and her tears fell even more rapidly down her cheeks. 

Francis rose to his feet and gave up his seat for Shane, who took it and asked, “Olivia, what are you doing 

here?” 

She couldn’t help it anymore. She threw herself into Shane’s arms and sobbed. “Shane!” 

Just then, Carlisle’s phone rang with a call from an unknown number. He put it through and asked politely, “Hello, who’s this?” 

“Carl, it’s me–your Uncle Gerard,” came the warm reply from the other line. 

“Is there something I can help you with?” Carlisle asked flatly. 

Gerard chastised good–naturedly, “Why didn’t you tell me you were studying in Riverland? You could have at least given me a call after all this time.” 

One might think they were on good terms if one didn’t know better. 

However, Carlisle put all such conjectures to rest when he sneered, “Stop beating around the ush or I’ll hang up.”