Chapter 319
Olivia didn’t respond to Maisy’s gentle reminder.
Maisy sighed softly and said again, “You need to think about yourself and the baby first.”
As Maisy spoke, Ana arrived and overheard the conversation. Since Naomi was her sister, she understood why Olivia’s concern lingered there.
Without adding much, Ana said to Maisy, “Alright, Mom. Let’s get her to the ward. She needs rest.”
Maisy tenderly stroked Olivia’s pale cheek, worry etched deeply across her face. “Okay, let’s move her.”
Ana stood quietly beside the bed, watching Olivia with a steady gaze. “Tyler is with the doctor. He’ll come to see you later.”
Olivia remained silent, unsure whether to trust Ana’s words.
Once the sharp pain subsided, Olivia grew quiet and tired, lying still in the soft hospital bed.
Curious, Ana asked a nurse nearby, “Is there anything else we should know?”
The nurse shook her head. “That’s everything, Ms. Ana.”
Relieved, Ana nodded, “Let’s move her to the ward, then.”
In the ward, Ana and Maisy stayed by Olivia’s side. Olivia seemed to have fallen asleep, though it was unclear whether it was exhaustion or shock.
Maisy fussed over her with tender care, tucking the blanket snugly around her, showing more concern than even for her own granddaughter.
Ana’s feelings toward Olivia had shifted. At first, she had seen Olivia only as a pawn in her plans, but spending time with her revealed a sincerity unlike anything in the Jones family. Ana had begun to genuinely like her.
She sent a maid to prepare some food, even though it was late, so Olivia would have something to eat when she woke. The maid, who had accompanied them from the hospital, left to get everything ready.
While the room was calm around Olivia, the atmosphere elsewhere was tense.
Naomi had just been brought out of the emergency room around midnight. Her condition was critical—she looked fragile, barely alive, her eyes fluttering weakly as if she’d lost the will to fight.
Hillary and Darren sobbed loudly in the hallway, rushing to Naomi’s side where she lay hooked to an oxygen mask, weak and barely conscious.
Tyler stood beside the gurney, his face drawn and exhausted. His voice was hoarse as he addressed the grieving parents, “She needs to be moved to the ICU. Let’s let them take her now.”
Hillary wept, “She was fine yesterday! What happened?”
Darren stared blankly, eyes dull and unfocused.
Tyler said nothing, his silence heavy with unspoken pain, as he followed the staff leading Naomi into the ICU.
Naomi survived through the night and woke the next morning, though she still looked very ill. The ICU was a constant flurry of hospital staff moving in and out, and a blood donor remained on standby around the clock.
Tyler stayed outside the ICU, his expression tense as the situation remained urgent and unsettled.
At 8 a.m., Olivia slowly opened her eyes. The ward was quiet except for the gentle ticking of a clock. She lay still for a moment, listening, then stared up at the ceiling.
Just then, Ana approached, speaking softly to a nurse nearby. Noticing Olivia was awake, she asked gently, “How are you feeling? Would you like something to eat?”