Chapter 168 - Feeling is Mutual (2/2)
”Yes, Queen Isla?”
”What about her chances of getting pregnant again? It's not that I wanted her to get pregnant right away but everything had side effects.” Queen Isla prattled.
”Well,” Dr. Aila Zhang trailed off, eyeing Olivia. ”She has to nurse her health back to normal first. Then we can make a series of tests on her. Oh, she's up.”
Olivia's eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. Everything was pitch black. Her eyes squinted adjusting to the brightness of the room.
Earlier, she felt exhausted after the short procedure they did on her that she fell asleep on the way to the VIP level of the hospital. So she checked her wristwatch and sighed. What felt like a full sleep was actually a thirty-minute nap.
”Water please,” she requested, her raspy voice was evidence of her parched throat. On instinct, her eyes were drawn into Maxen, her gaze followed his back as he rushed out of the room.
Beside her, she felt a warm hand clasping hers. It made her glance up, mirroring the smile of Queen Isla when her eyes landed on the familiar sprightly face.
”Take it easy, darling,” Queen Isla fretted when Olivia peeled herself off the bed.
Everyone in the room stepped forward, except Henry Lin, to help her get up as if she was some fragile flower that needed some tender handling.
”Relax. I'm okay. See? I think the medications are working.” Olivia forced a smile. Sending daggers on Henry's position, Olivia seethed, ”You're here. Thank you. I thought you'd be celebrating somewhere.” She raised a brow on him. The last person she wanted to see right now was her father and everyone in the room felt her animosity including Henry Lin himself.
”Just making sure you're properly taken cared of like I did all these years—providing a roof over your head, and all other privileges you had growing up.”
Olivia looked up on the recessed ceiling. She scrunched her nose. She did not like how he made it seem as if she owed him those privileges when it was his responsibility to take care of his child. ”You took care of Imman Han as well? Do I owe that to you too?”
Slamming his hand on the coffee table beside the couch, Henry Lin then sprang up off his seat. He surveyed the room, his fists turned knuckle-white at the sheer force that he held in. ”Come see me in my office when you're in a better state.”
He just passed by Olivia's bed when he halted his steps, looking at King Alistair's direction. ”I want to hear their engagement announcement before word gets out about your son knocking up my daughter.”
Glowering at Olivia, Henry Lin condemned his daughter, ”You never cease to disappoint me, Olivia.” He then turned on his heel and headed out to the door.
To everyone's surprise, Olivia grabbed the innocent vase on the bedside table, launching it towards Henry Lin's direction, breaking in impact on his broad back.
��The feeling is mutual, you asshole!” Olivia yelled, her c.h.e.s.t heaving heavily at the intensity of her anger.
The sound of the door sliding open served as the bystanders' reprieve from the drama that unfolded.
”Maxen,” Olivia's lips quivered seeing her husband rush in with a bottle of water in hand.
”I'm here. I'm here,” he crooned, twisting the water bottle's lid to uncap it. He slightly bowed on Henry's way, skipping the scattered shards of vase and puddle of water on the floor.
The door slammed as Henry exited.
”You're getting better with your aim, baby,” Maxen fawned at Olivia, brushing the sticking hair on the side of her face.
”Really?” She beamed. ”Figures. I only learn from the best.” Husband and wife sealed their conversation with a deep kiss.
”I'll get someone to clean the mess,” Dr. Aila Zhang offered. It was actually an excuse to get out of the room as fast as possible. One more second inside and her brain would explode from doing a psychiatric evaluation on each person in the room.
The tension in the atmosphere subdued with Henry Lin finally out of the picture. King Alistair, Queen Isla, and Oliver were silent the entire time.
They watched Maxen who was perched on the edge of the bed, give drink to Olivia who was hanging onto the hem of his suit jacket for her dear life.