Chapter 1793

Olivia had never hated someone this much before. Just a bit more, and she would have saved Lucian. Tyler grabbed her and pulled her down, pinning her onto the seat. She was unable to move and just stared at him. "Lucian is my son. I'm more worried than anyone," Tyler said in a low voice, his face tense. "Then what are you doing right now? Your future wife wants to kill your son," Olivia shot back. Tyler questioned, "Do you really think Claude wants to let Lucian go?" Her eyes went cold as she looked at him. "What do you mean by that?" "He's not as kind as you think," Tyler sneered. Olivia clenched her fist and looked at the disdain in Tyler's eyes. "What, you don't believe him?" "Of course I don't," Tyler replied confidently. "He even killed Morgan. Who do you think you are?" "Who do I think I am?" she echoed, catching a hint of mockery in his words. "Don't you know what kind of tricks you used to get Claude locked up?" Tyler's sarcasm deepened. "So, you really believe in you