Chapter 359
Tyler stepped quietly into the ward, noticing Naomi deeply absorbed in the newspapers spread before her. He approached gently, his voice soft yet concerned. “What’s troubling you? What news has caught your attention so completely?”
Naomi felt as if her heart had been torn open, raw and aching from the pain. She didn’t answer at once, only letting out a faint sigh.
Sensing her turmoil, Tyler reached over and flipped through the papers, his brow tightening as he read the headlines.
“I’ll accept whatever this is as divine punishment,” Naomi murmured, voice trembling. “As long as I’m alive, I don’t care about any of this.”
Tyler met her gaze firmly. “Ignore it. None of this matters. Your health is what’s most important now.”
“I know,” she whispered. “No matter how cruel she is, it doesn’t affect me anymore.”
But suddenly, her heart rate became irregular, triggering the ECG machine’s alarm to beep urgently.
Medical staff rushed to her side as Naomi gasped for air, struggling to steady her breath.
Tyler quickly snatched the newspapers away and handed them to a nearby nurse. “Dispose of these immediately.”
The nurse nodded and hurried off with the papers. Tyler’s face darkened, shadowed with worry and anger.
Meanwhile, Emma, Naomi’s nurse, did her best to soothe Naomi’s uneven breathing as she fought to suppress her cough.
How could Naomi ignore Ana’s cruelty? Years of pain inflicted by Ana still haunted her, even as illness weakened her.
Naomi couldn’t understand what she had done to deserve such relentless torment.
Linda, upon entering the ward, immediately faced Tyler’s stern command.
“Dispose of today’s newspapers,” he ordered sharply.
She hesitated briefly before replying, “Of course, Mr. Tyler…”
In the quiet of the ward, Naomi’s cough echoed softly, and between bouts, she murmured, “It’s my fault this happened…”
Elsewhere, Ana sat calmly sipping coffee, absorbed in her reading and arranging flowers with an air of composed indifference.
That afternoon, when Tyler arrived home, Olivia happened to be upstairs. She froze as she caught sight of him entering, her heart tightening.
Without hesitation, Tyler strode over to where Ana was seated at the living room table.
“Is all this really necessary?” he asked sharply, the tension in his voice unmistakable.
Ana met his gaze coolly, setting aside her book. “Perhaps I should be asking you the same question,” she replied, her tone equally sharp.
Tyler slammed the newspapers onto the table with a forceful thud.
Ana glanced down at them briefly, then looked back at him with a challenge in her eyes.
“Go ahead,” she said, “if you’re not afraid of the consequences.”
Rising to her feet, Ana scoffed disdainfully. “Very well. Let’s see who weathers the storm.”
The atmosphere thickened with tension, so heavy the maids dared not approach. They watched silently, holding their breath in anticipation.
From upstairs, Olivia felt the storm brewing, a pit growing in her stomach.
After a long, fraught silence, Tyler abruptly turned and stormed upstairs, his expression icy and his fingers tugging irritably at his tie.
Anyone could see how deeply unsettled—and furious—he was.