Chapter 375

The maid brought breakfast upstairs, yet Olivia still refused to eat. It wasn’t a tantrum–she simply lacked the appetite.

Downstairs, Tyler sat across from Ana, who was enjoying her breakfast. He picked up the paper and glanced at the maid. “Has she eaten yet?”

The maid whispered, “No… She’s still in bed.”

Ana scoffed. “She causes trouble and expects people to coax her?”

Ana was no longer as worried about Olivia as she usually was and seemed calmer today. She looked at Tyler, feeling assured, and continued eating.

With a neutral expression, Tyler instructed, “Take more food upstairs.”

The maid nodded and returned with additional food.

Later that afternoon, Hillary learned that Olivia hadn’t been eating. She went to Naomi’s room to inform her.

Naomi was surprised. “Tyler didn’t mention that.”

Naomi’s survival was linked to the child, so while Hillary was trying to control Olivia, she was also worried about her.

Naomi frowned and looked worried as she said, “I’m going to call him.”

“Yes, the child is in a critical phase.”

Tyler picked up, and Naomi asked, “Why isn’t Olivia eating?”

Initially silent, Tyler eventually responded, “It could be due to her emotions.”

“Why don’t you give her the phone and let me speak to her?”

“It’s fine. Just let her calm down.”

Naomi clutched the phone tightly, grappling with myriad emotions. After some thought, she gently proposed, “I’ll bake some cookies and send them over. Olivia loves them.”

Tyler was surprised to hear that but soon replied, “You’re not strong enough to bake.”

Unable to conceal her guilt, Naomi softened her tone further. “She’s my sister, and I feel responsible for all of this. How could I let her face this alone? I have to do something.”

Tyler glanced downward, hesitating before responding, “You should prioritize your own well–being.”

Anxious, Naomi pressed, “Please, you have to update me on Olivia’s condition.”

As a cigarette butt dropped near his foot, Tyler extinguished it with a flick of his toes. “Alright.”

Naomi ended the call but remained troubled. “Mom, please go home and send some food to Olivia. It would be helpful if Dad visited her as well.”