Chapter 375
The maid quietly carried a tray of breakfast upstairs. But once again, Olivia refused to eat.
It wasn’t an act of defiance—she simply had no appetite.
Downstairs, Tyler sat across from Ana, who was calmly enjoying her breakfast.
He picked up the morning paper and glanced toward the maid.
“Has she eaten yet?” he asked.
The maid whispered, “No… she’s still in bed.”
Ana scoffed. “She stirs up trouble and now expects everyone to coax her?”
Her tone was sharp, her earlier concern for Olivia long gone. Today, she seemed entirely at ease.
Feeling reassured, Ana looked at Tyler and returned her focus to her meal.
Tyler remained composed. “Take more food upstairs,” he instructed.
The maid nodded and quietly retreated to prepare another tray.
Later that afternoon, Hillary heard about Olivia’s refusal to eat. Alarmed, she went straight to Naomi’s room.
“Olivia still isn’t eating,” she informed her daughter.
Naomi’s eyes widened. “Tyler didn’t tell me that.”
Though Hillary had her own frustrations with Olivia, she couldn’t help but worry about the baby—Naomi’s survival was tied to this child as well.
“We can’t ignore this,” Hillary urged. “The child is at a critical stage.”
Frowning deeply, Naomi reached for her phone. “I’m calling him.”
Tyler answered after a few rings.
“Why isn’t Olivia eating?” Naomi asked at once.
There was a brief silence before Tyler replied evenly, “It could be her emotions.”
“Let me speak to her—please, just hand her the phone.”
“She needs time to calm down,” he answered, keeping his tone neutral.
Naomi clutched the phone, her heart heavy with guilt. After a pause, she softened her voice.
“I’ll bake some cookies and send them over. Olivia always loved them.”
Tyler was caught off guard by the suggestion but quickly responded, “You aren’t strong enough to bake.”
Unable to suppress her guilt any longer, Naomi’s voice trembled slightly.
“She’s my sister… this is all because of me. I can’t just sit here and do nothing. I need to help.”
Tyler looked down, his expression unreadable. After a brief hesitation, he said, “You should focus on your own recovery.”
But Naomi wasn’t giving up. “Please… at least keep me updated about her condition.”
At that moment, a cigarette butt fell near Tyler’s foot. He extinguished it with a deliberate motion.
“Alright,” he said quietly.
After ending the call, Naomi remained anxious. Her gaze shifted to Hillary.
“Mom, please… go home and bring Olivia some food. Maybe if Dad visits her too, it will help.”
Seeing Naomi’s earnest concern, Hillary nodded slowly. “I’ll take care of it.”