Chapter_115
“I’ll need to discuss this with your sister first,” Tyler replied flatly, his voice carrying a tone that left no room for argument.
Olivia had expected that response. Leaving Sandalwood Palace wouldn’t be simple, especially with Ana’s influence looming over everything. “I… I understand,” she said quietly, her gaze lowered.
Without warning, Tyler stood up and walked toward her. Olivia’s eyes dropped instinctively to the cuff of his gray business suit, unable to meet his gaze. As he came closer, she felt her anxiety tighten in her chest. She instinctively took a small step back, her head lowering further as if trying to make herself invisible.
Their proximity was unnervingly close now, the space between them barely half an arm’s length. For a fleeting moment, it felt as if their shadows were blending together, dissolving the distance that separated them.
“You should get some rest,” Tyler’s voice broke the silence, his words soft but firm.
“Okay,” Olivia murmured, still too unsettled to say more.
That night, they slept in separate rooms. The distance between them felt heavier than ever.
The next morning, Mrs. Jones wasted no time in bringing up her thoughts with Naomi. “We should suggest that Olivia move out of Sandalwood Palace,” she said, her tone measured yet insistent.
Naomi frowned, taken aback by her mother’s sudden suggestion. “Why? I thought you were the one who wanted her here.”
Mrs. Jones had been wrestling with how to present her thoughts to Naomi, but now that the moment had arrived, she found herself fumbling for the right words. “I just think… Maybe it’s time to explore other options, like IVF. After all, despite living together for so long, Olivia hasn’t become pregnant, right?”
Naomi’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Did something happen yesterday, Mom?”
Mrs. Jones sighed, deciding to be direct. “Look, I know Tyler has been with you for a few years now, but he’s still a man, with typical needs. The fact that you two can’t spend the night together creates a situation we’d rather avoid.”
Naomi’s fingers tightened around the edge of her blanket, her thoughts swirling in a cloud of uncertainty.
“Think it over,” Mrs. Jones urged. “We need to consider every possibility.”
“I will. I’ll talk to Tyler about it,” Naomi replied after a long pause, her voice soft yet resolute.
Meanwhile, Olivia was already on her way out. Having barely touched her breakfast, she stood up abruptly. “I should head to school now, Tyler. Bye,” she said quickly, trying to mask the tension she felt.
The maid, who had just set the table with fresh breakfast, looked puzzled. “But it’s not even 8 o’clock yet, Miss Olivia. Are you sure?”
“Yeah, my class starts early today!” Olivia responded, already halfway out the door, eager to leave before anyone could ask more questions.
She hurried out of the house, leaving the maid staring after her in confusion. “Goodness, what’s got into her? Leaving so early today,” the maid muttered to herself.
Tyler watched Olivia go, but he wasn’t surprised in the slightest. “Just let her be,” he said, his voice a mix of understanding and resignation.
Later that day, Tyler made his way to the hospital. When he arrived, Naomi didn’t waste any time in addressing the matter her mother had brought up earlier.
“I was thinking… Should we consider IVF? If we do, Olivia could move out of Sandalwood Palace,” Naomi said, her voice tinged with both exhaustion and uncertainty.
Tyler glanced at her, noticing the pallor of her complexion. Naomi seemed to grow more fragile with each passing day, her once vibrant energy now fading into something quieter, more fragile.