Chapter 193

Olivia reassured Tyler, “It’s okay, Tyler. Just go ahead, I’m all good here.”

But as soon as she spoke, she felt terribly sick. She didn’t have time to move before she vomited intensely in bed.

Feeling like she was going to die, her chest tightened, and she vomited as if she was expelling all her organs.

Tyler rushed to her side, grabbing a trash can and allowing her to vomit. He patted her back, frowning in concern, waiting for her to calm down.

After almost three minutes of vomiting, Olivia suddenly pushed his hands away and rushed to the bathroom, vomiting again.

Hearing the commotion, the maid entered, asking, “What’s wrong, sir?”

Tyler’s expression was cold as he replied, “Get the doctor.” He then followed Olivia to the bathroom Olivia vomited more than ten times that morning, leaving her weak and almost vomiting blood.

In the end, Tyler had to carry her back to bed, patting her head as he frowned. “Are you feeling any better? Still nauseous?”

She looked like she was at death’s door, pale and tearful, with no strength left.

The doctor was present, and Tyler looked at him anxiously. “Is there any solution?”

“We can only manage her symptoms with medication. But we must be cautious not to harm the baby, “the doctor explained.

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The maid added, “I’ve never seen such a severe reaction before. She has lost her appetite recently.

How can she keep anything down?”

Tyler’s frown deepened.

“She still needs to eat, even if she’s vomiting. We’ll try medication first,” the doctor suggested.

“Do that then,” Tyler agreed.

The doctor left to get the medicine.

Olivia lay still, gripping the blanket tightly.

“Get her a glass of water,” Tyler said to the maid, who quickly complied.

Handing Olivia the glass, Tyler said, “Gargle your mouth.”

The maid recalled something and interjected, “Mr. Tyler, didn’t you say you had to go out this morning?

It’s almost noon now. You should go and let me take care of her.”

Tyler ignored her and lifted Olivia from the bed, then brought the water to her lips. “Open your mouth.”

Too weak to comply, Olivia felt like she was fading away.

He leaned down and gently encouraged her, “Come on, be a good girl.”

Leaning against his chest, Olivia managed to sip some water for gargling. The maid brought a bowl.

After gargling, Tyler asked, “Do you feel better now?”

But before Olivia could answer, she felt sick again. Wanting to push him away, she felt his firm grip, letting her slump forward.