That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

Olivia regained her senses and glanced past herself to Isaac, who was sitting nearby.

Isaac keenly sensed the tension between the two women and casually stood up, strategically positioning himself between Olivia and Emma.

“Dr. Prescott, my grandfather is already waiting for you upstairs. Shall we go up now?” Isaac said.

Olivia nodded.

Isaac greeted Emma on the couch and led Olivia upstairs.

As they reached the landing, Emma’s voice floated up nonchalantly, attempting to assert her presence. “I have heard that Old Whitaker’s health has significantly improved under Miss Prescott’s care. I am also interested in visiting and witnessing firsthand how Miss Prescott tends to him.”

After speaking, she calmly followed them.

Olivia furrowed her brow slightly, noticing that Isaac, the host, didn’t say anything, so she could only pretend Emma didn’t exist.

Under Olivia’s diligent care, Old Whitaker’s health had made remarkable progress. He had moved from the previous room to his own bedroom, exuding a renewed vitality.

When they reached upstairs, Old Whitaker was half-lying on the bed, looking quite energetic.

“Grandfather, Dr. Prescott is here,” Isaac said, leading Olivia to the bedside..

Upon hearing this, Old Whitaker squinted his eyes and carefully examined Olivia. A grateful smile appeared on his face. “Dr. Prescott, I truly thank you for your treatment. Without you, I might not have made it.”

Old Whitaker had seen Olivia a few times before during previous treatments, but due to his weak condition, he couldn’t say much. After these two days of rest, he finally regained some energy.

Olivia politely pursed her lips and smiled. “You’re welcome. As a doctor, witnessing your recovery brings me a deep sense of fulfillment and accomplishment.”

After speaking, she sat down nearby and took out her tools to start disinfection.

Old Whitaker admired her focused demeanor, and his appreciation was evident.

Emma, noticing Old Whitaker’s gaze on Olivia, felt a twinge of annoyance. She approached with a feigned smile, intentionally obstructing Old Whitaker’s view, and greeted him in an obedient tone. “Old Whitaker.”

Only then did Old Whitaker notice her presence and nodded. “Emma, you are here too.”

Emma affectionately settled beside Old Whitaker, explaining, “I had intended to come earlier upon hearing that you had regained consciousness, but work at the company has been overwhelming. Finally, I found some time today and rushed over as soon as I could.”

After speaking, Emma discreetly glanced at Olivia beside them and continued, “Victor was supposed to come too, but he has been overwhelmed with work these days. He asked me to say hello on his behalf. Seeing your health improve, we can finally feel relieved.”

Old Whitaker’s face was filled with contentment. “Both you and Victor are good. I am grateful for your care and concern throughout this period. Despite your busy schedules, you went to great lengths to find doctors for me from all over the world.”

Emma frowned slightly and reproached, “Never mind that, Victor and I consider you our own grandfather.”

As Emma spoke, her vision remained fixed on Olivia, her eyes filled with boasting.

Listening to their conversation, Olivia couldn’t help but feel a strange sensation, even though she knew that their relationship had nothing to do with her.

She concealed her emotions, lowered her gaze, and calmly walked to their side. “Excuse me, Miss Thornton, could you kindly create some space? I am about to commence the treatment.”

Emma was engrossed in conversation with Old Whitaker, her joy evident on her face.

As soon as Olivia’s voice broke through, Old Whitaker’s attention shifted to her, captivated by her presence. Observing this, Emma gradually wiped the smile off her face, gritted her teeth, and took a step back, creating the needed space for Olivia.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .