Chapter 359
Tyler entered the ward and noticed Naomi engrossed in the newspapers. He approached her gently, asking. “What’s troubling you? What news has you so absorbed?”
Naomi felt as though something had ruptured her heart, leaving it raw and bleeding.
Sensing her distress, Tyler reached for the newspapers and flipped them open, his brow furrowing in
concern.
“I’ll accept whatever this is as divine retribution. As long as I’m alive, I couldn’t care less about all this,”
Naomi murmured.
A quick glance at the headline revealed to Tyler the source of her distress. He met her gaze. “Ignore her.
This isn’t important. Your health is what matters most now.”
“I know. No matter how she treats me, it doesn’t bother me,” Naomi affirmed
However, her heart rate soon became irregular, prompting the ECG machine to beep with alarm.
Medical staff rushed over as she struggled to catch her breath..
Seeing her condition, Tyler swiftly removed the newspapers and handed them to a nearby nurse. “Dispose
of these,” he instructed.
The nurse complied, and Tyler’s expression darkened.
Meanwhile, Emma, Naomi’s nurse, tried to soothe her labored breathing as she struggled to suppress her
coughs.
How could Naomi ignore Ana’s actions? For years, Ana had inflicted pain upon her, a torment that had persisted even through her illness.
Naomi couldn’t fathom what she had done to deserve such treatment.
Linda faced Tyler’s wrath as soon as she entered.
“Dispose of today’s newspapers,” he ordered sharply.
She hesitated momentarily before responding. “Certainly, Mr. Tyler…”
Amidst the echoing coughs in the ward, Naomi intermittently muttered, “It’s my fault this happened.”
Ana sat calmly, sipping coffee and attending to her reading and flower arrangements.
When Tyler arrived home in the afternoon, Olivia happened to be upstairs. She froze upon seeing Tyler entering while she was at the stairs.
Without delay, Tyler approached Ana, who was seated at the living room table.
“Is this really necessary?” he questioned, his tone sharp.
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Ana understood the implication of his words.
Setting aside her work, she met his gaze. “Perhaps I should be asking you the same question,” she
retorted coolly.
With a forceful gesture, Tyler slammed the newspapers onto the table.
Ana glanced at them before returning her gaze to him.
“Go ahead, if you’re not afraid of the consequences,” Tyler challenged.
Ana rose to her feet, a look of disdain crossing her features, and scoffed. “Very well, let’s see who will
weather the storm.”
The tension in the room was palpable. The maids dared not approach them, afraid that they’d start fighting. They watched while holding their breaths.
Even Olivia sensed the brewing conflict from upstairs.
After a prolonged standoff, Tyler abruptly left and headed upstairs. His expression was icy, his hand. tugging at his tie. Anyone could see how irritated he was.
