Olivia’s heart skipped a beat the moment she learned that both Lucian and Rose were in the hospital.
A wave of fear and dread crashed over her.
Her mind spiraled her first thought wasn’t Rose.
It was Lucian.
“Did he…?”
Her chest tightened.
Did he try to end it all again?
Just like before… in her previous life?
A suffocating panic gripped her.
She couldn’t let that happen not again.
Without wasting a second, she sprinted toward the garage, fumbling for her keys.
“Mam, wait !”
Celestia called after her, but Olivia didn’t stop.
Celestia hurried after her, a gloomy look in her eyes as she followed Olivia into the car.
A different thought weighed on Olivia’s mind as well.
What if it wasn’t Lucian?
What if something happened to Rose?
She had gone out to meet her friend last night, hadn’t come home for the entire night…
What if…?
The terrifying possibilities churned in her head.
She felt desperate.
Lucian. Rose. Both of them.
The thought of both her children in the hospital was driving her insane.
If she were a weaker woman, she might have already broken down.
But she held on.
She had to.
The drive felt endless.
And the moment she arrived, she didn’t even waste time parking properly just barely stopping the car before dashing out.
She ran toward the hospital entrance, breath coming fast.
Her heels clicked sharply against the floor, but she didn’t even register the sound.
Something about the hospital felt… off.
She couldn’t tell what it was.
Everything looked fine.
Too fine.
Her gut twisted.
But she had no time to think about it.
She rushed to the front desk, slamming down a photo of Lucian and Rose.
“Have you seen them?!”
The receptionist hesitated.
Something flickered in her eyes hesitation, nervousness, something.
Then, after a moment, she finally gave a room number.
Olivia didn’t even stop to question it.
She ran.
Her breath was heavy, her legs moving on instinct.
The closer she got, the worse her thoughts became.
“You kids better be fine…”
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palm.
“Please, God… not again.”
She prayed.
Beside her, Celestia kept pace, her face grim and unreadable.
Unlike Olivia, she wasn’t blinded by desperation.
She was observing.
Something wasn’t right about this hospital.
It was too unnatural.
Everything felt staged.
Something was off.
But even she couldn’t focus on that right now.
Her mind was locked on one thing.
Lucian.
She just needed to see him.
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BAM!
The door swung open.
“Lucian! Rose! What happened?!”
Olivia’s voice rang through the room.
Celestia stepped in behind her, her gaze immediately locking onto Lucian straight.
The moment Olivia entered, her eyes scanned the entire room in seconds.
Her heart hammered against her ribs.
There were too many people in here operation room?
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But she ignored them.
Her focus locked onto Lucian first.
He was standing.
Alive.
A massive wave of relief crashed over her.
But then
Her gaze moved past him.
And her heart stopped.
Rose.
Her daughter was unconscious on the hospital bed, motionless.
Olivia’s breath hitched.
Her stomach twisted.
“What happened to Rose? Is she alright?!”
She rushed to her daughter’s side, her hands trembling as she reached for her.
Even though Rose was lying on her stomach, her head was slightly turned to the side her face visible.
Lucian stepped forward quickly.
“Mother, it’s alright,” he said, his voice firm but controlled.
“Rose is fine. She’s completely fine.”
He repeated it, as if trying to convince her.
His heart pounded.
For now Rose hadn’t woken up.
That was the only thing keeping him from panicking.
If she woke up now
He’d be screwed.
On the other side of the room, Celestia let out a quiet breath.
The relief she felt was genuine.
Her sharp gaze softened slightly as she saw Lucian standing there.
Alive.
Fine.
Some of the tension in her chest loosened.
Her worries for now had been lifted.
Olivia stepped closer to Rose’s bedside, taking her hand gently.
Her fingers brushed against her daughter’s wrist, checking her pulse.
A sigh of relief.
Her heartbeat was normal.
Then, Olivia’s eyes flicked toward the monitor beside the bed.
All readings were stable.
“She’s fine…” Olivia whispered, her tension easing slightly.
But the moment her gaze lowered to Rose’s back, her breath caught.
A large bandage covered most of her back, stained slightly with fresh blood.
Olivia’s expression darkened.
For a brief second just a second her gaze turned icy cold.
But she forced herself to remain composed.
Her focus shifted to Dr. Murphy.
It wasn’t hard to figure out that he was the doctor the only man here wearing a white coat.
Her sharp gaze locked onto him.
“Is she fine?”
Her voice was steady, but there was an undeniable edge to it.
“Any danger? Any further treatment needed? What were her injuries?”
A flood of questions, direct and demanding.
Murphy felt his spine stiffen.
Her presence was overwhelming her gaze alone felt like it could pierce through him.
“A-Ah, Madam Olivia…” Murphy stammered, his voice barely holding together.
“S-She’s fine. Completely out of danger. Nothing serious now she just needs rest.”
His words tumbled out quickly, almost stumbling over themselves.
He had prepared himself for this moment.
But standing before Olivia Kane, having her stare him down like this
His nerves were unraveling.
Lucian, sensing the tension, stepped forward.
“Mother, calm down,” he said, his voice casual, trying to ease the air.
But the moment he spoke
YOUUU..
Olivia turned toward him.
Her hand shot up.
Lucian’s eyes flicked toward her raised hand.
She was about to slap him.
But then
She stopped.
Her hand froze mid-air, trembling.
The entire room went silent.
Everyone’s eyes were locked on Olivia’s shaking hand.
Meleonora and the purple-haired man stiffened, their souls practically leaving their bodies.
She’s actually going to hit him?!
They could already see the disaster coming.
Would Lucian lose it?
Would he go berserk?
Celestia, standing off to the side, simply watched.
She said nothing.
She didn’t interfere.
Olivia’s expression was filled with anger.
Frustration.
She wanted to hit him.
For the first time in her life, she had the urge to slap her son.
She wanted to punish him
For leaving home at night without telling her.
For knowing something happened to Rose and not informing her.
For hiding everything from her.
Didn’t he understand how worried she was?!
The stress had nearly killed her.
Her fingers trembled.
Her eyes burned not with tears, but with raw emotion.
She looked at Lucian, at his unreadable gaze.
And suddenly, a horrible thought crept in.
What if Celestia hadn’t found out?
Would he have kept everything from her?
For how long?
What else was he hiding?
Her chest tightened.
This wasn’t right.
But…
Then she thought of something else
Lucian’s mental and emotional state.
His fragile stability.
What if she hit him?
What if their barely improving relationship shattered?
What if he lost control again?
What if he did something reckless again?
She couldn’t risk it.
She had already lost him once.
She wouldn’t lose him again.
She was afraid
But at the same time
This was wrong.
She was his mother.
A mother should correct her child when they do wrong.
She inhaled sharply, taking a deep breath.
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