Chapter_93
Tyler remained quiet as the conversation continued, his gaze fixed on Naomi, but his thoughts seemed distant. He didn’t react to Naomi’s words or show any real concern for Olivia’s feelings. His calmness was almost unsettling to Olivia, who couldn’t help but feel the tension between them.
As the silence lingered, Olivia stood by the door, trying to keep her emotions in check. She couldn’t fully comprehend why Naomi had seemed to side with her mother in this situation. Naomi was in pain and still recovering, yet her concern for Olivia’s well-being made her feel oddly conflicted.
Naomi, sensing the awkwardness, decided to shift the conversation. “Olivia, I don’t want you to feel bad about this,” she said, her voice softer now. “You were only trying to help, and I know you didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Olivia looked up, her heart heavy with the weight of Naomi’s kindness. She appreciated her words but couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that clung to her like a second skin.
Julia, still feeling a bit awkward after her previous actions, turned to Olivia once again. “I truly am sorry for everything, Olivia. My emotions got the best of me. Please forgive me.”
Olivia nodded silently, unable to bring herself to say anything more. The tension was palpable, and she longed to leave the room and escape the uncomfortable atmosphere that seemed to have taken over.
Tyler, sensing the awkwardness of the moment, stood up from his seat next to Naomi. “We should all get some rest,” he said, his voice flat as he turned toward Olivia. “We can talk more later.”
Olivia hesitated, but she nodded in agreement, grateful for the chance to leave the room. As she walked out, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of the situation pressing down on her. The cat, Naomi’s health, Julia’s anger—everything seemed to be tangled up in a knot she couldn’t untie.
Outside the room, she paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as she tried to collect herself. The cold hospital walls felt suffocating, and she longed for the warmth of her own space, where she could think clearly without the pressure of others’ expectations weighing on her.
As she turned to leave the hospital, she wondered how long it would take before things could return to normal—or if they ever would.