Chapter 321
Olivia was quietly eating when suddenly a wave of nausea overwhelmed her, and she began to vomit. It had been a long time since she felt this sick.
Ana immediately rushed over. “Why are you throwing up all of a sudden?”
Alisa gently patted Olivia’s back, trying to soothe her. Through her discomfort, Olivia asked softly, “Have you heard anything about Naomi?”
Ana’s face tightened with concern. “She might not make it this time,” she said bluntly. “They’ve warned us several times already—her condition is critical. Hillary even fainted.”
The words hit Olivia hard. She crawled back into bed, her spirit shattered.
Ana tried to comfort her, voice firm but kind, “It’s fate, Olivia. It’s not your fault. Focus on your baby. Don’t let this consume you.”
But Olivia only grew paler, her eyes clouded with worry.
Later, around 10 a.m., Maisy arrived with food for Olivia. She cared deeply for the young woman and felt the weight of her pain.
Noticing Olivia’s silent, somber expression, Maisy glanced at Ana. Ana nodded slightly—an unspoken confirmation that things were grave for Naomi.
Maisy’s heart ached. She reached out and gently squeezed Olivia’s hand, resting on the blanket. “You’re a good person, Olivia. Take care of yourself. Your family needs you,” she whispered softly. “Try to eat a little. I’ll help you.”
By 11 a.m., Naomi was wheeled out of the emergency room, her face pale and fragile.
Tyler looked drained, as if he had weathered a storm. Linda followed closely behind.
“Mr. Tyler,” she said hesitantly, “Ms. Hillary is awake. She’s been crying and standing by the window—she’s talking about jumping.”
Tyler barely seemed to hear her, focused entirely on Naomi’s gurney. At last, he replied without looking back, “Let her be. No need to stop her.” Then he turned and entered the ICU with Naomi.
Linda felt overwhelmed, unsure how to handle the fragile situation. She decided to check on Hillary.
Inside the ICU, nurses busied themselves adjusting Naomi’s oxygen mask and monitoring her fragile condition.
Suddenly, Naomi’s eyes fluttered open—eyes that had seemed lifeless moments before. Tyler was right beside her, watching intently.
With what little strength she had left, Naomi whispered, “Tyler…”
He quickly took her hand in his.
“Do you… love me?” she asked, her voice barely audible.
Tyler stared at her pale, fragile face, his own expression tight with tension.
“There’s no point in living if you don’t…” Her dry lips trembled as she added, “Remove the oxygen. Let me die…”