Chapter 852

Chapter 855:
Elmo was struck silent by her revelation.
Candice’s candid confession left him stunned, leaving no room for further argument.
“Ha-ha! It seems that you are very hostile to me.” Elmo took a hesitant step forward, apologizing once more for Sigrid’s past actions. “My sister has crossed the line before, and I apologize on her behalf,” he uttered.
“Sister?” Candice sneered, her voice laced with disdain. “Sigrid is just your half-sister. Why bother apologizing for her? It would be wise to mind your own affairs. She is a trueborn daughter, while you’re an illegitimate son, am I wrong?”
Her words struck a nerve, and Elmo furrowed his brows.
Eyes burning with anger, he retorted, “Have you investigated my family?”
Candice couldn’t help but laugh at his question. “I hardly have spare time for such matters.”
“Then how did you know that?” Elmo’s fists clenched, his anger palpable. He was neither the eldest son nor the legitimate heir in the Olson family. His mother, though treated with respect, was nothing more than a mistress. That bothered him deeply.
“That is my speculation.” Candice lowered the files in her grip, her gaze fixed on Elmo. “Let’s start with your eyes. They’re blue, yet aside from that, you blend in with us. This suggests your mother wasn’t a foreigner. More likely, she is mixed-race, and you’ve inherited her eye color. Given that the Olson family is of noble lineage, they wouldn’t permit a foreigner to be a legitimate wife. This is one of the reasons. Secondly, you carry an air of patience and restraint. You frequently adjust your cufflink, indicative of your thoughtful approach before speaking. You are indeed a meticulous man. Additionally, your steady voice and measured pace reveal a habitual suppression of emotions over time. All these details hint at prolonged exposure to an oppressive environment, yet you do not exhibit the arrogance and insolence common among privileged sons. Therefore, my theory is that you were born of a mistress yet harbor a desire to seize the reins of the Olson family.”
Elmo’s lips tightened into a thin line at Candice’s deductions. His fingers, gently caressing the cufflink, abruptly froze. He felt undeniably exposed under Candice’s sharp scrutiny.
𝖀𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 ．𝖈𝗈𝗺
Her ability to decipher him through subtle cues left him astounded.
Gradually, Elmo curled his fingers, and after a prolonged silence, he erupted into laughter. Clapping his hands in admiration, he declared, “Your fame is well-deserved. Truly remarkable. My loss indeed for your refusal to handle my case.”
Nonchalantly, Candice gestured towards the exit. “Time for you to leave.”
Elmo lightly touched his chin and said, “Given your perceptiveness, it won’t be challenging for you to deduce that I’m not aligned with Sigrid or her mother, Paisley. So, if you ever face issues from the Olson family or find yourself on the receiving end of their bullying, I’m at your disposal, provided you trust me. I will stand by you.”
Despite his seemingly genuine offer, Candice rejected it outright.
“That won’t be necessary. Kindly refrain from contacting me. Steering clear is often the best solution.” Eager to avoid further delay, Candice strode towards the door, opened it, and motioned for Elmo to leave. Given Candice’s personal dismissal, lingering would be inappropriate.
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