Chapter_190
“I won’t see you off, then,” Tyler said indifferently as Ana smiled and stepped out of the ward.
Once the door closed, he turned back to Olivia, noticing how pale and drained she looked.
“You should rest,” he told her gently.
Olivia gave a faint nod. Still unsettled from the vomiting earlier, she lay back down without a word. Turning her back to him, she gripped the blanket tightly, her body tense beneath the covers.
Though her eyes were shut, she wasn’t asleep—every sound in the room reached her clearly.
Tyler didn’t call her out. He simply sat nearby, keeping quiet and still, allowing her the space she needed.
The night passed without a word between them.
The next morning, Olivia stirred at the sound of someone entering. She blinked slowly, disoriented, and instinctively recoiled when she saw the figure approach.
“Olivia, what’s wrong?” a familiar voice asked gently. “It’s me, Grandma. Did I scare you?”
It was Maisy.
Taking a moment to settle her thoughts, Olivia finally exhaled. “I–I was confused. Sorry, Grandma.”
Maisy smiled, relieved. “It’s alright, sweetheart. You’re still weak. I came to check on you.”
Just then, Tyler entered the room. Spotting Maisy, he walked over to her with a slightly furrowed brow.
“Why are you here?” he asked, having stepped out for a while.
Maisy didn’t mind his tone. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m going to have a great-grandchild! Of course I had to come. Your father will stop by later too.”
Tyler frowned slightly. “I already called him and told him not to come. Olivia needs rest. It’s best she doesn’t see too many people right now.”
Maisy nodded agreeably. “You’re right, you’re right. Olivia and the baby are our top priority. It’s better to keep things quiet.”
Tyler stepped out again to retrieve breakfast. Linda followed close behind, carrying two thermoses.
“I won’t stay long,” Maisy said softly, turning to Olivia. “Take care of yourself, dear. You’re still young. Tyler needs to watch over you properly.”
“Mm-hmm, you may leave now,” Tyler said as he returned.
Maisy patted Olivia’s hand kindly. “Don’t keep it all bottled up, alright? If you’re ever feeling unwell, speak up.”
Olivia gave her a grateful smile. “Thanks, Grandma.”
Her heart, still unsteady from the emotional chaos of the night before, began to settle. Maisy’s visit, so early and sincere, made one thing painfully clear—the baby she carried meant everything to the Harris family.
Still, she quietly pinched the back of her hand, just to be sure this wasn’t a dream.
As Tyler escorted Maisy out, Linda stepped forward and began pouring soup into a bowl.
When Tyler returned, he sat beside Olivia and said, “I picked one that doesn’t smell fishy. Try to drink a little.”