Chapter 347
Maisy stopped when Olivia softly said, “I just need some rest.”
Ana, observing Olivia’s composed expression, nodded. “She seems alright. Let’s let her go to her room and rest.”
Maisy still looked concerned. “Is your stomach okay, dear?”
Olivia quickly nodded. “It’s fine.”
“That’s good, then. Go on and rest,” Maisy said gently.
Olivia gave a small nod as Alisa came to her side and helped her upstairs.
Once in her room, Olivia lay back on the bed while Alisa carefully examined her foot. It was swollen, mostly around her toe, but thankfully not badly injured. Alisa began to massage it gently.
But Olivia barely noticed. Her mind was drifting, consumed by the echo of a single thought—You can’t leave yet.
She had entered this marriage for one reason only: to carry this child for her sister. It had been a clear arrangement from the start. No matter what others called her now—Mrs. Harris—it was only temporary.
She reminded herself of this over and over. When the child was born, she would leave quietly, taking her son with her. This was how it was meant to be.
Holding on to this thought brought her a fragile sense of calm.
Later that evening, Tyler returned from work. The faint scent of antiseptic clung to his clothes as he set down his briefcase, about to head for a shower. But when he noticed the first-aid kit left on the table, his brows furrowed.
Ben approached him. “Mr. Tyler.”
“Why is the doctor here?” Tyler asked.
“Ms. Olivia went out today and came back with a swollen foot. Madam Maisy was worried and called the doctor,” the butler explained.
Tyler’s expression darkened slightly. Without another word, he headed upstairs.
In Olivia’s room, the doctor had just finished examining her foot. Maisy hovered nearby, asking with concern, “Does your foot still hurt?”
The room felt unusually full—so different from the cold, empty space of Naomi’s hospital ward. A maid near the door noticed Tyler and greeted him softly. “Welcome home, sir.”
Maisy and Olivia both turned toward the door. Olivia instinctively tightened her grip on the blanket.
“You’re home,” Maisy said, her tone holding a trace of frustration. “Good thing you’re here. Did you know your wife sprained her foot?”
Tyler walked over to the bed, his gaze landing on Olivia. “You’re still not better?” he asked calmly.
Olivia clutched the blanket tighter, her heart thudding.
Tyler looked down, waiting for an answer, his expression unreadable as her downcast eyes avoided his.