Chapter 376
Prompted by Naomi’s anxiety, Hillary asked, “Olivia still refuses to eat?”
“Yes! Please… Just talk to her, okay?”
Hillary knew the ramifications for Olivia’s action would not be pretty for them, so she replied, Understood. I’ll make something at home right away.”
Naomi’s heart raced in trepidation. Her cheeks were beginning to turn a little redder from the frantic heartbeat. She pressed her hand against her chest and prayed that Oilvia would not blame her as she tried to steady her breathing.
As soon as Hillary returned home, she dragged Darren into her trip to the Harrises.
Darren, however, was hesitant. He remembered what Hillary did the last time, at the very least!
“Are you sure they will want us to come?” he asked.
Hillary was not going to let some potential chilly reception stop her. The baby Olivia was carrying was important to Naomi’s survival!
“What? Are they going to kick us out for sending food over? Besides, you could always represent me and enter the residence. Tyler wouldn’t kick us out, either.‘”
Darren was genuinely worried, so he did not hesitate for too long. “Alright. We have to make sure the child
is safe after all.”
Hillary dragged Darren out of the door and into the car.
About two hours later, they showed up at the Harrises‘ front door. Darren entered alone.
As usual, Tyler was in the study.
Olivia had not left her room nor her bed, so Tyler was the one who welcomed Darren. They talked for a bit outside Olivia’s room before Tyler led him inside.
Ana’s eyes fell onto Darren thoughtfully. She returned to her room, her head still racing with thoughts of the photos. She took a diamond earring and examined it.
“Hmm, Naomi Jones…”
Olivia remained on her bed when Darren walked in. She had mistaken him as Alisa.
Meanwhile, Tyler said, “Talk to her as much as you like.”
“Thank you.
His voice shook her out of her stupor.
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“Dad?” she cried out, her eyes nailed to the man standing at the door.
Darren considered her sickly appearance, hurried toward her, and took his seat on her bedside. “You should eat something, Olivia! Look at you! You’re not looking well at all!”
Tyler was also looking at her, but his eyes were stoic.
Olivia was not acting out in protest–she was genuinely losing appetite.
Her father’s arrival had hardly brought any joy to her face. “Sorry, Dad.”
“Sorry for embarrassing you. That was the implication.
“Was it true?” Darren asked.
Olivia looked down quietly.
Darren cared about her, but his most primary concern was still that of the baby. What had been done could not be undone, so he said, “Look, it’s all in the past now. Nothing we say can change it, right? Here. Hillary has made you something to eat. Have a bite?”
He showed her Hillary’s dishes, but it still did nothing to improve Olivia’s appetite. She frowned.
“Please, Olivia. Hillary put a lot of effort into preparing these for you,” he implored. “And Naomi… She’s so concerned about you. Despite her condition, she attempted to make something for you.”
Olivia was taken aback. She hadn’t anticipated this.
