ASHTON
I finally get a moment to pull away from Monaco to get a breather. Talk about a woman being intense! I take the elevator and upon arriving on the first floor, I overhear Ashal's conversation drifting through the balcony. When I look, he is indeed talking to Olivia. Mother stands behind a wall, eavesdropping with nervousness splattered all over her face.
"Hey."
But she shushes me. I pull her away to the piano room.
"What are you doing, mother?"
"I don' know how to face her. Nothing I can say or do now will strike her as genuine. She already accused me of pretending to care because of my grandchild in her womb, when I had someone bring her upstairs to rest."
