Chapter 320

Olivia turned her head when she heard Ana’s voice and saw her standing next to the bed, wrapped in a shawl. Ana still wore yesterday’s clothes, which suggested she had stayed all night.

While And Surprised she did that for her, Olivia realized she was alone with Ana in the room. “How’s…

Naomi?” she asked.

Ana seemed annoyed by the question. With a hint of frustration, she replied sharply, “Just focus on yourself and the baby. What about Naomi? She’s survived so many close calls. She’ll probably pull through this one too.”

Olivia didn’t say anything in response.

Ana noticed Olivia’s discomfort. Trying to ease the tension, she softened her tone. “You should eat something. It’s important for the baby,” she urged.

Just then, Alisa came in with food and placed it on the nightstand. The delicious smell filled the room, but Olivia still had no appetite.

“Try it,” Alisa whispered gently.

Olivia remained motionless, lost in thought. Ana, understanding her concern, eventually said, “I’ll check on Naomi for you, but only after you’ve eaten.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Olivia replied, gratitude in her voice. She then began to eat slowly.

After Olivia started eating, Ana left the room.

Ben was outside the door. Ana, looking worried, asked, “She’s awake now. Isn’t he going to visit her?”

Ben seemed unsure. “It’s a mess over there. I’m afraid… it’s bad.”

“Bad?” Ana pressed him for more.

“She’s back in the emergency room this morning and hasn’t come out,” Ben explained.

“What? Again?” Ana paused, then asked, “Is she… dying?”

”

To Ana, Naomi’s death might solve many problems. Ben, wanting to avoid the subject, answered vaguely, “I think she has lost her will to live. She has declined treatment.

Ana was taken aback. “She’s lost her will to live,” she repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief and relief.

She didn’t respond immediately, her expression unreadable. Finally, she said, “Is that so? Okay,” and walked back to Olivia’s room.

Meanwhile, Naomi’s condition had caused chaos. She had vomited blood that morning and collapsed after refusing medication, leading to another emergency room visit.

Outside, Hillary had fainted, and Darren was visibly distraught. He cried and prayed for Naomi’s recovery, offering to take her place in suffering.

Through all this, no one seemed to have Olivia on their mind.

Outside, the gloomy sky seemed to mirror the dire situation unfolding inside, seemingly counting down on Naomi’s life.