Chapter 201

“Drink it now, Olivia,” Hillary said, not caring about Olivia’s discomfort and feelings.

Olivia covered her nose, reluctant to open her mouth.

“How can you not eat? The baby needs nutrients from you to grow,” Hillary chided, bringing the spoon to Olivia’s face. “Here, drink some.”

Though her words sounded coaxing her gaze held a cold intensity. Under her stern stare, Olivia reluctantly opened her mouth and took a sip of the soup.

Just then, Tyler, who had been silently observing, intervened calmly. “We have a nutritionist overseeing her diet. It’s fine. Stop feeding her if she doesn’t want it.”

Hillary looked up, taken aback by Tyler’s unexpected words. His tone wasn’t harsh, but the undeniable firmness in his gaze gave Hillary pause. She held the spoon in silence, uncertain of how to proceed.

Inwardly, she questioned her actions. Was she wrong to insist on feeding Olivia? After all, the child could potentially save Naomi’s life. But she didn’t dare to voice her doubts to Tyler, despite being Naomi’s mother.

With a forced smile, Hillary conceded, putting down the spoon. “I’m only worried about Olivia. This is good for pregnant women.‘

“It won’t harm the baby if she’s not eating much now. Her appetite will improve later in the pregnancy. It would be counterproductive for her to force herself to eat now and vomit it later. There’s a doctor monitoring the baby’s health constantly,” Tyler explained calmly, his words contradicting his gentle demeanor.

Hillary chuckled awkwardly. “Alright, let Olivia decide what she wants. When the baby is more developed, she can focus on nutritious food.”

Olivia, who had been silently observing, was surprised and relieved when Tyler defended her. But she remained unnoticed in the exchange.

Tyler acknowledged Hillary’s words with a simple “Thanks,” defusing the tension.

Hillary maintained her smile and added, “There’s no need to thank me. We’re doing this for Naomi.”

“Mm–hmm.”

Realizing she had overstayed her welcome, Hillary decided to leave. “I’ll take my leave since Olivia isn’t feeling well. I’ll come to visit again.”

Tyler didn’t stop her. “I’ll have the maid escort you out.

Hillary rose from the bed, accepting his offer. As she left the room, the maid followed silently. Her expression was neutral, but her thoughts were chaotic.

What was Tyler’s intention in opposing her? Hillary wondered, unsettled by his unexpected defense of Olivia. She had never witnessed him taking such a stand before. Despite knowing the soup might make Olivia sick, she didn’t care, as the baby was the only thing that she cared about.

Hillary’s gaze turned grim as she reached the living room, where the maid offered reassurance, Don’t worry, Mrs. Jones. We’ll take good care of Mrs. Harris. We won’t let anything happen to her.” Hillary’s glare intensified upon hearing Olivia being addressed as ‘Mrs. Harris.‘