Rebecca's POV
Knock, knock, knock.
Once again, the bedroom door was knocked on.
I raised my head and yelled loudly toward the door, "Go away! I don't want to see your ugly face!"
"Oh, Rebecca, you misunderstood. I'm Olivia, Russell's niece. I came to visit you today."
"I don't care who you are! I just want to be alone!"
The outside of the door quickly fell silent. Just as I was about to immerse myself in my own sorrow again, the door was opened. A luxuriously dressed, elegantly mannered woman entered my room with a smile.
"Hi Rebecca, do I need to introduce myself again?"
"What do you want?"
I sat up in bed, giving her an irritated glare.
"If you're here to persuade me to marry your uncle Simon, then please leave now!"
"Oh, of course not."
Olivia sat down beside me with a gentle tone.