Leaving the hospital, Olivia Wynne's mood had yet to settle. It was the first time she had ever met someone so enthusiastic, who had grabbed her hand and praised her nonstop.
"Mrs. Collins is nothing like Collins."
'She didn't know what Collins was like in private, but at work, he was always meticulous and serious. It's hard to imagine his mom is a fangirl, especially one so enthusiastic.'
"Perhaps it's because she's quite fond of you," Zachary Fairchild said, a faint smile on his face.
'Olivia wasn't used to that kind of enthusiasm, but thinking back on it now, she rather liked the feeling of being liked.'
As the two of them came out of the hospital, Zachary Fairchild received a call from Liam Lanier.
"Minister, we have something."
Those four words were all it took for Zachary Fairchild to understand Liam Lanier's meaning. He glanced over at Olivia Wynne and said in a low voice, "Got it. I'm on my way."
