The Beginning Of All Sins

Tyler had Linda bring in the food, all of which were Olivia’s favorites.

“Have some more eggs. They’re good for protein,” he suggested.

Olivia, feeling much better after a nap, eagerly started eating as Linda set the food before

her.

The room fell silent, everyone’s eyes on Olivia as she ate. Initially hungry, she soon found it difficult to continue.

Looking up, she saw the three people watching her.

Tyler spoke to Maisy and Ana, his tone indifferent, “She’s fine now. You both can go.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Clearly, they were still in a cold war.

“If you need anything, just call us,” Ana offered.

Tyler’s response was cold. “The doctors are here for that.”

Ana, dressed in a light, elegant beige, seemed to pale at his words. “Olivia is my daughter -in–law, carrying my grandchild. It’s natural I’d be concerned,” she stated, marking Olivia’s place in the family and indirectly commenting on Naomi’s current position.

Olivia clenched her fists, sensing the tension.

Tyler, understanding Ana’s intentions, calmly asked, “So?”

Olivia felt a tightness in her chest, breathing deeply. She looked down with her lips slightly parted.

Ana scoffed, undeterred by Tyler’s rudeness. “So, Naomi will never be part of our family.

Not now, not ever.”

With those harsh words, she left with Maisy. Tyler scoffed as well.

Olivia sat in bed, feeling the air was getting thin. She didn’t look up, trying her best not to get dragged into the conflict.

Tyler, unconcerned by Ana’s words, turned to Olivia with a softer tone. “Why aren’t you eating? Don’t you like the food?” He then offered her some soup. “Here, at least have

some soup.”

Olivia knew, despite everything, that Tyler would support Naomi against Ana’s threats,

easing her worries. She realized that worrying was pointless.

‘Nina’s right. I shouldn’t get involved. I just need to focus on the baby and give birth,‘ she thought, finding comfort in the idea.

Smiling at Tyler, she tightened her grip on the spoon and said, “Thanks, Tyler.”

Her thanks sounded distant, like they were strangers.

Tyler, puzzled by her sudden gratitude, asked, “Why are you thanking me out of nowhere?”

“I can manage on my own, so you don’t need to fuss over me,” she responded, only for Tyler’s expression to harden at her words.

“Olivia.”