Chapter 47 Chapter 47 Olivia froze. "Me?" Grace stood and returned moments later with a crystal pendant, placing it in Olivia's hand. The pendant was crafted from pristine crystal, its oval shape fitting neatly in the palm. Cool to the touch, its polished surface seemed to pulse with calming energy. Delicate angel wings were engraved across the front, a classic symbol of protection and guidance. Olivia turned the pendant over and discovered the small "Summers" character etched on the back. "You were wearing this when we found you near Magnolia Town," Grace said, her eyes clouding with memory. "When you woke, you couldn't remember anything, not even your own name. "When I saw this character, and with those olive blossoms outside that morning, I knew Olivia Summers would be your name." Olivia rubbed her temples as a headache pulsed behind her eyes. Memories flickered in her mind-an old man fastening a crystal pendant around her neck, surrounded by shadowy figures whose faces she couldn't quite make out. "How is any of this connected to the Evans family?" Olivia asked. Grace's grip tightened around Olivia's hand as her face grew solemn. "Here's what happened. Henry was in Magnolia Town when you escaped. He swore someone stole his family's priceless crystal pendant. For some reason, he became convinced you had it. "When he found out I took you in, he harassed me for years trying to get it back. So I hid it to protect it. All this time they've been hunting for me, and now... I don't know how, but they've found us." A pang of guilt crossed Grace's face as she added, "I know you might blame me for keeping this from you, Olivia. But this pendant is the only link to your past. I couldn't risk letting the Evans family take it." Olivia felt a lump in her throat. "I could never blame you," she said quietly. "You saved me when I had nowhere else to go." "Now that you're grown, this pendant should return to its rightful owner, Grace said as she fastened it around Olivia's neck with a gentle smile. "They the way home." say precious stones remember where they belong. Maybe this one can show you She then lovingly stroked Olivia's hair, her eyes shining with emotion. "After being away for so many years, your family must be worried sick about you." Olivia lowered her head obediently and murmured in agreement, though truth be told, she hadn't given much thought to her family. Grace's expression turned serious as she grasped Olivia's hand firmly. "You mustn't go to that party. They're bad news, every single one of them, and they're definitely up to no good. Someone as simple as you would be easy prey for them." Sean stopped chewing the stolen herbs when he heard the word "simple." He turned with a skeptical look, because no one would ever describe Olivia that way. "Don't worry, I'm not going," Olivia said with a sweet smile that made her look every bit the obedient girl. "The Shea family's party isn't the kind of event just anyone can attend." But in her mind, she knew she had to go. There was no way to bring down the Evans family without being there. Grace looked at Olivia with a mix of pride and deep regret. With her medical talent, Olivia could become famous in traditional medicine within ten years, But Grace's terrible reputation would haunt her, making people look down on Olivia whenever they asked about her teacher. 'I can't let my mistakes ruin her future,' Grace thought. After a long moment, she sighed and looked at Olivia with affection. "You can go if you want, but be careful to avoid the Evans family. Don't give them any chance to cause trouble." Chapter 47 "Not a chance," Olivia said. If anything, she'd be the one giving them trouble. "The Shea family is the most powerful family in Kingtonelle," Grace explained "This would be a good experience for you, since you'll need connections when you move there." She hesitated briefly before continuing, "You might even meet that famous Phantom Heater everyone's talking about "Phantom Healer?" Olivia laughed, resting her chin in her palm. "Grandma Grace, you'll always be the one and only Phantom Heater to me Grace shook her head with a fond smile. "Don't tease me. I stick to herbal remedies now. Those acupuncture days are long past" Olivia felt a pang of sadness watching Grace like this. Grace had practiced medicine for years, working her way up from a rural healer to become the famous "Phantom Healer." But at the peak of her career, she was accused of poisoning children at an orphanage, with what seemed like solid evidence. Olivia refused to believe the accusations. She knew Grace would never harm children-this was clearly someone's vicious scheme against her. "Let's not talk about those old stories anymore," Grace said as she stood up with the herbs. "Just be careful when you're there. My closest friend's grandson will go with you, so you'll have company and I won't worry as much." Olivia stayed silent, her gaze fixed in the distance, showing nothing unusual. Only Sean realized the truth-the Evans family was about to meet their downfall. Back at the Evans residence, Henry's face clouded over at the news. "Grace actually said that? After hiding all these years, she actually thought she could keep what's ours by staying out of sight." Nathan massaged his father's legs as he spoke. "We should just send someone to take it back. Why bother with all these complicated plans?" Henry rolled his eyes. "You don't understand. Grace is too alert and too skilled. No ordinary person could get within five feet of her." He clenched his fists as he continued, "I also want it back immediately. The whole point was to trick her out of her house so we could search it. Now that plan has failed." Nathan nodded thoughtfully and turned to the butler. "Frank, give me that invitation we prepared. If they won't come, we'll just keep it ourselves." Frank shifted uncomfortably, wiping his wrinkled hands on his coat/ "Mr. Evans, about that invitation..." Henry stroked his beard, his eyes narrowing. "Just out with it, Frank." Frank's eyes darted sideways before he let out a tired sigh. "Mr. Evans, you wouldn't believe how disrespectful Grace's adopted kid was. When I handed her the invitation, she tore it up in front of me and even spat out some nonsense about..." "What nonsense?" Nathan's jaw tightened. "She said she'd never accept anything from the Evans family," Frank replied, his voice shaking. "How dare she!" Nathan's face flushed with anger. "Who does she think she is? Insulting us?" Unlike his furious son, Henry stayed calm. "Control your temper, Nathan. She's just a child-no threat to us." "Father," Nathan hissed, leaning closer, "those were invitations from the Shea family. You know what it cost us to get them." Each invitation meant one entry. Now they were short a spot. After a pause, Henry let out a sigh. "Then William's family loses a seat." They were only distant relatives of the Evans family, so their absence wouldn't matter much. Freelance photographer Violet Beck is forced into an engagement with CEO Roy Payne. He is everything her wild heart rebels against: proper, predictable, and painfully kind. But love has a way of devel...