Chapter 202
âMrs. Harris? Who are you calling Mrs. Harris?â
Confused, the maid responded hesitatingly, âIsnât Ms. Olivia and Mr.
Tyler married? Sheâs Mrs.
Harris.â
Hillary's fists clenched, her expression darkening. How could the maid
address Olivia with that title? Naomi had always held that position.
How could Olivia replace her?!
âDoes Tyler allow everyone to call her that?â Hillary demanded, her
tone sharp.
The maid's confusion deepened. She couldn't comprehend Hillary's
agitation.
âListen carefully. Naomi is Mrs. Harris, the one and only. Not Olivia.
She's only here to bear the child. Donât say such nonsense again,â
Hillary commanded firmly.
The maid stood still, stunned by Hillary's words.
Ignoring the maid's reaction, Hillary quickly made her way to her car.
As her car departed, a car from the Harris residence arrived. Hillary
watched as Maisy and her maid stepped out and headed inside.
Hillary didn't expect Maisy to visit Olivia. She wanted to greet her, but
how would she dare get out of the car? She knew they didnât like her
because of Naomi.
At that moment, the gravity of the situation dawned on her. Maybe
things were more complicated than she initially believed. The child
Olivia was carrying would be the Harris familyâs grandchild... With
Olivia now legally married to Tyler, they were, in every sense, a
married couple.
Lost in thought, Hillary grappled with the implications of this
realization.
Olivia felt like a coward. She remained silent, sensing Hillary was upset
when she left.
Tyler's gaze softened as he looked at her. âIf you didnât want to drink it,
you should have said no.â
âI know she was trying to help. That's why I didnât want to waste the
soup she made,â Olivia
explained weakly.
Tyler's expression turned stern. âSo you were willing to make yourself
sick?â
That had been her intention. How would Tyler not know her situation at
home?
His gaze was icy as he said, âStop drinking soup for a few days.â He
only said that because he couldn't say more. With his status and
position, that was all he could say.
Olivia fell silent, feeling drained as she sat by the bed.
Just then, the door burst open, and Maisy entered with a concerned
expression. âHow's Olivia, Tyler?
Chapter 202
I heard sheâs lost her appetite. I was worried, so I came to check on
her.â
She hurried to Olivia's side, gently touching her face as she observed
her frail appearance. âWhy are you so skinny?â she asked with worry.
Surprised by Maisy's unexpected visit, Olivia found comfort in her
touch. Despite feeling slightly nervous, she replied, âI get nauseous
easily, Grandma.â