Never in a million years did Olivia ever think that Owen would suggest that her child didn't belong to him.
Though she didn't expect much from him since he didn't love her anymore and the feeling was mutual on her side, slandering her and questioning her dignity was unexpected and uncalled for.
"Have you finally lost your mind, Owen?" Olivia barked, her voice trembling as anger shimmered in her eyes.
Owen spread his arms out with a care in the world and said, "Maybe, I have since lost my mind since the thought of sharing the same space as you and breathing the same air is now threatening my life."
"You treacherous bastard!" Olivia cursed, fuming in rage as her chest rose and fell rapidly. She was so mad that if given a gun, she wouldn't hesitate to shoot Owen down immediately.