Chapter 449
Tyler had been spending a lot of time with Naomi lately, so it was no surprise that he was heading to the hospital again.
“Buy some ointment for me,” he said suddenly.
Linda looked at him curiously. He met her gaze briefly but said nothing.
“Oh! Is it for bug bites?” she asked.
Tyler just stared ahead, silent. Linda understood the unspoken answer.
“All right,” she said thoughtfully. “Got it.”
Meanwhile, Ana had called Olivia over for a talk. As she sipped tea on the couch, she began, “You probably know why I’ve been desperately giving you both some time alone, right?”
Olivia remained silent.
Ana set down her cup. “I want you to remain Mrs. Harris, and that means you actually have to do something about it. What kind of wife lets her husband go see her sister every single day?”
Olivia lowered her eyes.
“Do I really need to tell you how to win your husband’s heart?”
The weight of Ana’s words pressed down on Olivia. “I understand your point, Mom. I’ll do as you say.”
Ana wasn’t satisfied with a vague promise. She chuckled, “Don’t blame me if I take my steam out on you when I don’t see Tyler sleeping at home these nights.”
Olivia tensed.
Taking another sip of her tea, Ana continued, “He should be at Harris Group now. Why send him tea this afternoon?”
“Wait! I…”
“What?”
“He… he might be busy right now. Maybe I shouldn’t disturb him…?”
Ana laughed sharply. “How could that be disturbing? You’re just sending him warm tea.”
Olivia had no choice but to agree. “Okay.”
At two in the afternoon, Olivia took a basket of cookies and a thermos of tea to Harris Group. She was quiet during the ride, only looking up when the car stopped in front of the building.
“Do you want to call Mr. Tyler?” the driver asked.
Olivia had been debating whether to call him for a long time. She frowned, then said, “Yes.”
She dialed the number she hardly ever used.
Tyler was in Naomi’s hospital room when his phone rang. He was surprised to see it was Olivia—of all people—calling. It perplexed him.
Naomi, knitting quietly in her bed, noticed his frown. “What’s wrong?”
He put his book down on his knees. “Nothing.”
Then he stood up and walked out of the room to answer the call.