The Beginning Of All Sins

Chapter 200

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“Where’s she?” Tyler asked.

“She’s sleeping.”

Tyler frowned, checking the time. It was only 7 pm. He didn’t question further and headed upstairs.

Opening Olivia’s door, he found her lying still on the bed, seemingly in a deep sleep.

He had spent the entire morning by her side, leaving only around 11 am. He observed her for a moment, noting her lack of movement.

The maid, standing nearby, offered, “Should I wake her up?”

“No, let her sleep,” Tyler decided before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Olivia’s health had been deteriorating lately. She was constantly drowsy and had little appetite. She appeared worn out.

The Harris family was worried about her, sending a couple of doctors to check on her. However, they refrained from prescribing any medication, fearing its effects on the child. All they recommended was

rest.

Ana suggested having Olivia stay with her, but Tyler dismissed the idea without hesitation, showing no leniency.

Though he was well aware of Olivia’s condition, Tyler kept his emotions in check, allowing her to do as she pleased without adding to her stress.

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After nearly five days at Sandalwood Palace, Tyler proposed one morning, “Should I take you out for a

walk?”

Exhausted, Olivia declined, saying, “No need. I’m fine staying in the room.”

“The weather’s nice today. We could use some sun and fresh air,” Tyler countered.

But Olivia wasn’t interested. “I can get sunlight in the room.”

Tyler stared at her face, noting she had lost a lot of weight. “Alright then. Just let me know if you feel

unwell.”

Hillary had been worried about the child too. After hearing that Olivia hadn’t been eating properly since returning from the hospital, she arrived unannounced, startling Tyler and Olivia.

The maid quickly went upstairs and informed Tyler of Hillary’s presence, and Olivia tensed.

Without hesitation, Hillary entered the room. “Tyler, I heard Olivia is still refusing to eat?” she remarked, her gaze fixed on Olivia’s weakened state. Worried about a potential miscarriage, she scolded, “I’ve told you, you need to eat meat. How will you get any nutrients otherwise?”

Turning to the maid, she instructed, “Bring me a bowl. Olivia must drink the soup I brought.”

The maid, taken aback by Hillary’s order, hesitated before complying with her request.

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Hillary urged, “Go now.” Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Once the soup was brought, Hillary opened the thermos in front of Olivia, the fishy smell filling, the

room.

Olivia pressed her hand to her belly, the scent overwhelming her senses.