Chapter 88
Mrs. Jones continued to sob uncontrollably, unable to stop her tears.
Darren tried his best to comfort her. “She’ll be alright, don’t worry. Tyler has brought in the best doctors.” Despite his words of reassurance, his own voice trembled, sounding more like he was comforting himself.
Mrs. Jones, still crying, turned her gaze toward Olivia, her eyes filled with confusion and fear. She hesitated before asking, “Did you come into contact with cats or dogs?”
Olivia’s hands trembled, and she was slow to respond to the question.
Mrs. Jones asked again, “Did you touch cats or dogs?”
Finally, after a long pause, Olivia managed to stammer, “I… rescued a k…”
Before she could finish, Mrs. Jones grabbed her arms forcefully, her grip tight. and unyielding.
Darren was alarmed by his wife’s actions, and he quickly intervened. “What are you doing?! Why are you grabbing Olivia?”
Ignoring her husband, Mrs. Jones‘ face contorted with anger and blame. She shouted at Olivia, “You know what? I shouldn’t have brought you home all those years ago. I did it out of pity, because you were young and motherless. But the fortune teller warned me that we can only have one daughter! Just as I suspected, you’ve brought bad luck to Naomi! You want her dead, don’t you?!”
Mrs. Jones unleashed all the pent–up resentment she had harbored for years. She let her emotions pour out in an uncontrollable torrent of anger.
Olivia stood there in silence, her face pale, absorbing the accusations hurled at her.
Mrs. Jones continued, her voice laced with bitterness, “You’ve been trying for so long, but you’re still not pregnant. You don’t want Naomi to recover, do you?!” She shook Olivia forcefully, demanding answers. “Tell me! Tell me now!
Olivia felt her body weakening under the weight of Mrs. Jones’s anger. Darren tried to intervene, urging his wife to stop. “Julia!”
However, Julia ignored her husband’s pleas and persisted in accusing Olivia. “I won’t forgive you if anything happens to Naomi!”
Olivia didn’t cry, nor did she move. She allowed Julia to vent her anger and frustration on her, bearing the verbal assault in silence.
Nearly an hour passed before the emergency room doors finally opened. Julia rushed over to the doctor. “Doctor! How is my daughter?”
Wearing a somber expression, the doctor delivered the news. “She’s stable for now, but she’s in a coma.”
Olivia was stunned to hear that.
Julia turned her accusing gaze toward her once more, adding more fuel to the fire. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? You want to take her place!”
Olivia, her eyes wide with disbelief, shuddered at the accusation. She found it hard to believe that Julia could say such hurtful things.
She took a step back, shaking her head as she tried to explain, “I washed my hands and changed my clothes before coming here. I had no idea this would happen, Aunt. I really…” She wanted to explain, but how could Julia believe her?
Julia approached her, coming to a halt in front of her, her gaze locking onto hers.
Just as Olivia was about to explain further, Julia abruptly raised her hand and delivered a resounding slap across Olivia’s face. The loud sound echoed through the corridor.
The sound echoed through the corridor, and Olivia’s cheek bore the unmistakable mark of the slap.
Outside the emergency room, Tyler witnessed the entire scene, his expression hidden from view.
