Chapter 21: I Divorced (1)

At the crucial moment, Olive’s mobile phone rang. Olive's father's voice

was in a hurry and panic, “Olive, your mother has a stroke and is in the

hospital. Come and have a look.”

Olive's mind went blank, “How did this happen?”

“I don't know. She was watching TV as usual, and she said she was

about to pour a glass of water to drink. She fainted as soon as she got

up. Now she is in emergency room.”

“I'll be right over.” After hanging up the phone, Olive put the bag in her

hand and quickly got up. “Mr. Hoyle, I'm sorry I can't eat with you

today. I had to go first.”

The more anxious, the worse, she couldn't stop an empty taxi when

hailing a taxi. Looking at the taxies flying past her without a taxi to stop,

her face became pale and she stamped her feet with anger.

Alan drove up to her, “get in. I'll take you, but you have to show me the

way."

Olive hesitated for only a second before she quickly opening the door

and sitting up, “thank you.”

Arriving at the hospital, Olive’s mother happened to be pushed out of

the emergency room.

“Doctor, how is my mother?”

“Doctor, how is my wife?”

Olive and her father asked simultaneously.

The doctor took off the mask, “Because of the timely rescue, she has no

life danger, and will soon wake up, but she needs to stay in the hospital

for observation for a few days.”

Olive leaned against the wall, and relieved. It's right.

Mother was the lifeblood of her father. The two of them helped and

comforted each other in the most of their lives. Although their lives had

not been easy, they never quarreled with each other. Olive always felt

that her parents were the most loving couple in the world, and if

something happened to her mother, she couldn't imagine whether her

father would be able to bear it.

Fortunately, it's all right now.

“One of you will pay for it.” The nurse said

Olive came back to earth. All hospital treatment came with a cost. You

would be reprimanded, withdrawn medicine, and kicked out of the

hospital, if you didn’t pay cost.

“I'll pay, dad. You stay with mom.”

However, when she came to the charging window, she found that she

didn’t had enough money to pay cost.

“Use this.” Alan passed a bank card.

“You haven't left?” Olive was so obsessed with her mother that she

never noticed him running up and down with her. She thought he left

early.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Thank you. I'll pay you back in a few days.” Was this the reason that

she looked at him a few times, and naturally no one knew her thought.

“No, it's in your paycheck. If you want a few days off, Ill give you a

week's paid leave. In seven days, I'd like to see Olive come to report to

me.”

“Mr. Hoyle, why does you have to hire the employee like me who wants

to leave you company?”

“Mr. Geve is very appreciating you. Although his company has sold me

and he knows there will be some changes in his personnel, he has

consistently recommended you.”

It was just that. She thought too much. But suddenly he changed his

tone, “And if I want to keep a person, she won't be able to leave even if

she has a thousand talents.”

The back shadow of his leaving made Olive suddenly be confused

about his motivation to keep her.

Olive got a call from Chloe this afternoon, “Honey, I'm finally free. Why

don't you come to waittingbar tonight and have a drink with me to

celebrate my single status?”

After all, the prince and Cinderella's story ended. The happy ending

only existed in the fairy tale, and the reality was always very cruel.

It was cruel enough that Olive couldn't imagine that she could be with

Alan,

Now his social status seemed to be high in the sky. He was not a man

down and out. Even when he was down and out, he was a man of

strong background. The distance between her and him, which had been

more than a little, was now even more remote.

When Olive arrived at waittingbar, Chloe was singing and dancing on

stage, looking like a crazy woman, she throwing down the microphone

to flirt with the new bartender halfway, and demanding all the best

bottles of Ivy.

Ivy was the owner of this bar. He was tall with white skin, like years

without sunshine. He had a kind of weak feminine beauty with a

popular word to describe that he was a flower boy.

Now he’s standing there shaking his head at Chloe's antics.

If Chloe was her best friend in this city, then Ivy was her male intimate

of five years.

The bartender, who was not very old, and who had just entered the

profession, had turned red at the end of his ears at the flirtation and

innuendo of the Chloe, and stood there abashed, eagerly waiting for

the boss to rescue him.

But the boss turned a blind eye to all this and took a leisurely sip of his

wine.

Olive smiled when she saw this, and her worries were finally relieved.

The woman was as heartless as ever.

She said she was relieved on the phone. May she really think through

it? It was better to give up the rubbish love as soon as possible.

Her incredible resilience had made Olive stunned. She hadn't been able

to climb out of that abyss of emotion in five years.

Chloe saw her, came over and hugged her, “Olive baby, you're here at

last.”

Every time she called her baby, Olive got goose bumps and she

couldn't help shivering.

Chloe rested Olive on the high chair and waved to Ivy. “Come on, you

two, and you're going to spend tonight with me in celebrating my

single status,” she said

Chloe's eyes were a little swollen tonight, and she applied thick eye

shadow to cover it up. However, her face was still so impeccable that

even the bartender couldn't help peeping her out of sight.

Olive didn't drink alcohol unless she had to. She had a bad stomach.

These years of busy work made her eat out of order, and damaged her

stomach.

Tonight, however, she wouldn't refuse. Although Chloe smiled brightly,

but the bruise to the bottom of her heart couldn't heal so fast.

Friends was used to heal and accompany anyway.