Chapter 196

Hillary smiled as she watched Olivia drinking the soup. “That’s it, good job. Your stomach will settle down if you keep drinking,” Hillary encouraged.

Olivia continued to sip the soup.

Concerned, Darren asked, “Do you feel better now?”

Olivia nodded, managing a weak smile. “Yes, much better.”

Darren sighed in relief. “That’s good to hear.”

“I’ll bring you more soup tomorrow,” offered Hillary.

“Okay,” Olivia agreed, showing no resistance.

Hillary fed her another spoonful of soup.

At that moment, Tyler entered the room. Hillary paused and turned to him. “Tyler, let me take care of her. I’m worried the maid won’t do a good job.”

Olivia tensed up at her words.

However, Tyler promptly dismissed Hillary’s suggestion. “We have professionals here taking care of her. Don’t worry.”

To Hillary, the child represented Naomi’s life. She persisted, “It’s okay, I’ll take better care of her than the professionals.”

Tyler was growing irritated by her stubbornness to interfere.

Sensing the tension, Darren interjected, “Well, they’re not called professionals for nothing. They’re trained to care for pregnant women. They’re definitely better than you, so stop meddling.”

Caught off guard by Tyler’s stern expression, Hillary swallowed her words. After a moment, she said, “Alright, I’ll visit her often then.”

Tyler, wanting to avoid confrontation, said, “Visit her when she’s feeling better. Right now, she needs rest.”

Hillary went along with him. “Of course, I understand.”

“It’s getting late. You should head home,” Tyler suggested.

Resigned, Darren guided Hillary out. “Let’s go. We’ll come back to see Olivia when she’s feeling stronger.”

Turning to Tyler, Hillary said, “We’ll leave then.”

“Mm–hmm.” Tyler got the maid to see them off.

Once they had left, the ward fell silent again. Olivia felt less stressed now.

Observing Olivia, Tyler noticed the thermos of soup by the bedside. He instructed the maid, “Throw the soup away.”

The maid hesitated, mentioning, “But it was brought by Mrs. Jones…”

Tyler didn’t respond. The maid, understanding his intent after looking at him for a long time, took the thermos to throw the soup.

Feeling relieved as the soup’s smell disappeared, Olivia perked up.

Tyler proposed, “Let’s skip eating for now. How about I take you out tonight?”

But she remained silent. Tyler gently lifted her weakened face and stared at her.

Just as he was about to speak again, Olivia couldn’t hold back and began to vomit once more.