Chapter 200: Chapter 200

Chapter 200

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“Where's she?” Tyler asked.

“She's sleeping.”

Tyler frowned, checking the time. It was only 7 pm. He didn't question

further and headed upstairs.

Opening Olivia's door, he found her lying still on the bed, seemingly in

a deep sleep.

He had spent the entire morning by her side, leaving only around 11

am. He observed her for a moment, noting her lack of movement.

The maid, standing nearby, offered, “Should I wake her up?”

“No, let her sleep,” Tyler decided before leaving the room and closing

the door behind him.

Olivia's health had been deteriorating lately. She was constantly

drowsy and had little appetite. She appeared worn out.

The Harris family was worried about her, sending a couple of doctors

to check on her. However, they refrained from prescribing any

medication, fearing its effects on the child. All they recommended was

rest.

Ana suggested having Olivia stay with her, but Tyler dismissed the

idea without hesitation, showing no leniency.

Though he was well aware of Olivia's condition, Tyler kept his

emotions in check, allowing her to do as she pleased without adding to

her stress.

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After nearly five days at Sandalwood Palace, Tyler proposed one

morning, “Should I take you out for a

walk?"

Exhausted, Olivia declined, saying, “No need. I'm fine staying in the

room.”

“The weather's nice today. We could use some sun and fresh air,”

Tyler countered.

But Olivia wasn't interested. “I can get sunlight in the room.”

Tyler stared at her face, noting she had lost a lot of weight. “Alright

then. Just let me know if you feel

unwell.”

Hillary had been worried about the child too. After hearing that Olivia

hadn't been eating properly since returning from the hospital, she

arrived unannounced, startling Tyler and Olivia.

The maid quickly went upstairs and informed Tyler of Hillary's

presence, and Olivia tensed.

Without hesitation, Hillary entered the room. “Tyler, I heard Olivia is

still refusing to eat?” she remarked, her gaze fixed on Olivia's

weakened state. Worried about a potential miscarriage, she scolded,

“I've told you, you need to eat meat. How will you get any nutrients

otherwise?”

Turning to the maid, she instructed, “Bring me a bowl. Olivia must drink

the soup I brought.”

The maid, taken aback by Hillary's order, hesitated before complying

with her request.

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Hillary urged, “Go now.”

Once the soup was brought, Hillary opened the thermos in front of

Olivia, the fishy smell filling, the

room.

Olivia pressed her hand to her belly, the scent overwhelming her

senses.