Chapter 182
Chapter 182
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| woke up to the gentle aroma of sizzling bacon wafting through the air, apanied by the sound ofughter and soft chatter.
The morning sun was gentle as it stretched across my face. | stretched and yawned, feeling content with the new day.
“Evie!” Aria’s voice called out as | entered the kitchen. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. She was standing there in her
pajamas, flipping pancakes with a sense of grace and expertise that made it look like she had been a chef in a past life.
“Morning, sunshine,” she greeted me with a smile, a strand of hair escaping her loose bun.
“Wow, you''re quite the cook,” | marveled, walking over to her, careful not to disrupt the wild pancake flipping she had going
Sheughed. “Well, | have an audience to impress. They’re ying around in the living room.”
1. on.
She gestured to the girls, who were ying with Olive’s new toys in the living room, their giggles andughter making the
morning even brighter. Once the food was ready, Aria and | served it to the kids, and they devoured it with the enthusiasm only
kids could muster. As they finished. leaned over to me and said, “I can take the girls home after breakfast.”
up, Aria
The apartment really was so quiet sometimes.
“Oh, thank you...” | hadn’t even thought of that, having already grown ustomed to them being there. “Also, | heard Olive
talking to the other girls about her mom,” Aria added then in a whisper, and that made my ears twitch in alert.
Emergency calls only
| turned to look at Olive, who was deep in conversation with Lily, her eyes dancing with excitement and determination.
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The morning continued to pass withughter and love as we cleaned up, and Aria prepared the girls as they were ready to head
home. | stood at the entrance to the kitchen, watching as they gathered their things and exchanged hugs and goodbyes with
Olive. The house was gradually emptying, returning to its quiet state, and the familiar sense of emptiness tugged at my heart..
Aria approached me, her eyes filled with warmth and concern. “You two gonna be okay while I’m gone?”
I smiled at her. “Yeah. We should be fine.”
She nodded, her eyes darting to Olive. T''ll be back as soon as | can.”
Once Aria left, | turned my attention to Olive. She sat in the living room, a thoughtful expression on her face. She was growing up
so quickly it seemed, and I’d only known her for a short while.
| joined her on the couch, my arm wrapping around her shoulders. “How are you holding up, hon?”
She looked at me, her eyes searching my face. “I’m okay, Evie. But there''s something | need to do.”
1 raised an eyebrow. “And what''s that?”
She huffed, her gaze unwavering. “I want to visit my mom today”
| took a deep breath, the knot of anxiety in my stomach tightening. “Of course, you can. We can go right now if
you want?”
Emergency calls only O
Olive’s expression was resolute, her eyes filled with determination. “Yes, please.”
| leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’m proud of you, Olive. You’re stronger than you know.”
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The drive to the hospital was filled with tension. Olive sat in the back seat, her anxiety almost mingling with my own. | couldn''t
me her for feeling on edge; thest time she’d been to the hospital, it had been to see her mother, and the memories of that
visit were undoubtedly haunting her.
| tried to keep my focus on the road, my grip on the steering wheel tight. We were a silent duo, our minds preupied with the
weight of the possibilities ahead.
As we pulled into the hospital parking lot, | couldn’t help but feel my breath growing morebored by the second. Scarlett had
been through so much, and the incident would leave both her and Olive emotionally scarred. | had to hold myself together for
their sake, though | was constantlyingProperty ? of N?velDrama.Org.
undone.
The hospital''s sterile halls felt both familiar and foreign as Olive and | made our way to the front desk. The hum of fluorescent
lights overhead, the soft whispers of nurses and patients, and the scent of antiseptic filled the air.
Olive’s grip on my hand was strong, her fingers intertwined with mine as if seeking reassurance. | offered her a reassuring smile.
“Hi, I’m here to see Scarlett Fitzgerald,” | said to the nurse behind the desk, trying to keep my voice steady. “Can you tell me her
room number?” The nurse nced at herputer screen, her fingers typing away. “Sure, let me check. Are you family?”
gency calls only
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| hesitated. “I’m a friend,” | finally replied, not wanting the situation.
too
The nurse nodded and provided me with Scarlett’s room number. “Room 305, just down the hall on your right.”
Olive and | thanked the nurse and made our way to the designated room. As we approached, a sense of unease settled over me.
| could feel Olive’s apprehension, and my own anxiety intensified.
The hospital corridor seemed to stretch infinitely as we approached Scarlett’s room, each step weighed down by the anticipation
of whaty ahead. | was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, my heart pounding in my chest, anger and concern bubbling beneath
the surface. Olive trailed behind me, her expression nk.
The door to Scarlett’s room was slightly ajar, and | could see someone standing just outside.
It was Ste.
Ste turned to fare us, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw Olive and me approaching. Her face contorted with repulsion
at my presence.
“What are you doing here?” Ste’s voice,ced with thinly veiled hostility, cut through the air like a sharp de. Her eyes, sharp
and calcting, met mine, daring me to challenge her presence.
| squeezed Olive’s hand, guiding her to continue walking past Ste. “We''re here to see Scarlett,” | replied calmly.
Ste’s gaze shifted and her eyes narrowed as she spotted Olive beside me. “What are you doing with my niece?” she asked,
her toneced with. suspicion.
Emergency calls only
“Evie’s taking care of me,” Olive replied, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. “While Mommy''s sick.”
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Ste hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between us. “I’m her aunt. Why would Scar let you take care of her?” Ste
replied, her tone guarded.
The atmosphere crackled with unspoken words, and | could feel the tension escting. My instincts screamed at me to protect
Olive, to shield her from whatever storm Ste might bring. | turned to Olive, my voice low and urgent.
“Olive. | think it might be best if we leave. Maybe another time?”
Before Olive could respond. Ste interjected, her voice surprisingly calm. “There’s no need for that, Evie. | dropped the
protective order against you. | blinked, taken aback by her statement. “What? Why?” The question escaped my lips before |
could stop it, a mix of surprise and suspicion coloring my words.
Ste’s gaze softened, if only for a moment. “At Timothy’s request. He thought it was best to let bygones be bygones, for now.”
Before | could respond, the door to Scarlett’s room swung open, and a doctor stepped out. His expression was neutral, giving
away nothing of
Scarlett’s condition.
Ms. Fitzgerald is stable now. You can go in and speak with her if you''d like?”
Relief washed over me, momentarily eclipsing the anger and frustration. | exchanged a quick nce with Ste before turning
back to the doctor. “Thank you.” | murmured, my voice tight with apprehension as | guided Olive inside the room.