The Beginning Of All Sins

Malsy stopped when Olivia said, “I just need some rest.”

Ana thought Olivia looked strong enough to handle the pain, so she spoke up. “I think she’s okay. We should let her go to her room.”

Maisy wasn’t totally sure. “Is your stomach alright?”

Olivia quickdy nodded. “It’s fine.”

“That’s good. Go and rest in your room.”

Olivia nodded before Alisa gently helped her up the stairs.

Once in her room, Olivia lay on her bed while Allsa checked her foot. Luckily, it was just a bit swollen around her toe. Alisa started to gently massage her foot.

Olivia was so distracted that she barely noticed what Alisa was doing. She kept hearing a voice in her head telling her that she couldn’t leave.

She was only having this baby for her sister. They had all agreed on this from the beginning. Even if she was called “Mrs. Harris,” it was just a temporary role.

She knew that, and that’s why she never wanted anything more. Once the baby was born, she’d leave with her son, and it would all be over.

Thinking this helped her calm down.

Later that evening, when Tyler got home from work, Olivia was still in bed. Her foot had gotten even more swollen, so they had called a doctor. Maisy was really worried.

Tyler smelled strongly of antiseptic. He was about to shower when he noticed the first–aid Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

kit. Ben, who was in the living room, came up to him.

“Why is the doctor here?” Tyler asked.

“Ms. Olivia went out today and returned with her foot swollen again. Madam Maisy was so

worried that she had to call the doctor,” the butler explained.

Tyler looked at Ben and then went upstairs.

Maisy was still checking on Olivia. “Does your foot still hurt?”

The room was crowded, totally different from how empty Naomi’s ward was. A maid saw

Tyler and called out, “Welcome home, sir.”

Maisy and Olivia turned toward the door. Olivia tightened her grip on the blanket.

“You’re home,” Maisy said, her voice showing a bit of annoyance. “I’m glad you’re here. Did you know your wife sprained her foot?”

Tyler walked over to the bed. “You haven’t gotten better yet?”

Olivia clutched the blanket tightly.

Tyler looked down into her downcast eyes, waiting for an answer.