Selfish Like Father, Selfish Like Son
(Olivia’s POV)
I looked down at Oliver, his small face twisted with accusation as he claimed Rachel had tried to kill him. The absurdity of his statement almost made me laugh.
“She didn’t try to kill you, Oliver,” I said flatly. “She just didn’t know how to take care of you properly.”
I crossed my arms and studied him dispassionately. It was fascinating how quickly children could switch loyalties when their
comfort was threatened. 1
If I had some softness in my heart just a moment ago, now all that was left in my heart was discouragement and disappointment.
When did my son become like this? Or is the power of genetics so great that at a young age he has picked up the indifference and
