Chapter 88
Mrs. Jones continued to sob uncontrollably, unable to stop her tears.
Darren tried his best to comfort her. âShe'll be alright, donât worry. Tyler
has brought in the best doctors.â Despite his words of reassurance, his
own voice trembled, sounding more like he was comforting himself.
Mrs. Jones, still crying, turned her gaze toward Olivia, her eyes filled
with confusion and fear. She hesitated before asking, âDid you come
into contact with cats or dogs?â
Olivia's hands trembled, and she was slow to respond to the question.
Mrs. Jones asked again, âDid you touch cats or dogs?â
Finally, after a long pause, Olivia managed to stammer, âI... rescued a
Ri?
Before she could finish, Mrs. Jones grabbed her arms forcefully, her
grip tight. and unyielding.
Darren was alarmed by his wife's actions, and he quickly intervened.
âWhat are you doing?! Why are you grabbing Olivia?â
Ignoring her husband, Mrs. Jones' face contorted with anger and
blame. She shouted at Olivia, âYou know what? I shouldn't have
brought you home all those years ago. I did it out of pity, because you
were young and motherless. But the fortune teller warned me that we
can only have one daughter! Just as I suspected, you've brought bad
luck to Naomi! You want her dead, donât you?!"
Mrs. Jones unleashed all the pent-up resentment she had harbored for
years. She let her emotions pour out in an uncontrollable torrent of
anger.
Olivia stood there in silence, her face pale, absorbing the accusations
hurled at her.
Mrs. Jones continued, her voice laced with bitterness, âYou've been
trying for so long, but you're still not pregnant. You don't want Naomi to
recover, do you?!" She shook Olivia forcefully, demanding answers.
âTell me! Tell me now!
Olivia felt her body weakening under the weight of Mrs. Jones's anger.
Darren tried to intervene, urging his wife to stop. âJulia!â
However, Julia ignored her husband's pleas and persisted in accusing
Olivia. âI won't forgive you if anything happens to Naomi!â
Olivia didnât cry, nor did she move. She allowed Julia to vent her anger
and frustration on her, bearing the verbal assault in silence.
Nearly an hour passed before the emergency room doors finally
opened. Julia rushed over to the doctor. âDoctor! How is my
daughter?â
Wearing a somber expression, the doctor delivered the news. âShe's
stable for now, but she's in a coma.â
Olivia was stunned to hear that.
Julia turned her accusing gaze toward her once more, adding more fuel
to the fire. âYou did this on purpose, didnât you? You want to take her
place!â
Olivia, her eyes wide with disbelief, shuddered at the accusation. She
found it hard to believe that Julia could say such hurtful things.
She took a step back, shaking her head as she tried to explain, âI
washed my hands and changed my clothes before coming here. I had
no idea this would happen, Aunt. I really...â She wanted to explain, but
how could Julia believe her?
Julia approached her, coming to a halt in front of her, her gaze locking
onto hers.
Just as Olivia was about to explain further, Julia abruptly raised her
hand and delivered a resounding slap across Olivia's face. The loud
sound echoed through the corridor.
The sound echoed through the corridor, and Olivia's cheek bore the
unmistakable mark of the slap.
Outside the emergency room, Tyler witnessed the entire scene, his
expression hidden from view.