The Beginning Of All Sins

Tyler frowned as he patted Naomi’s head and reassured her, “Don’t worry, you be alright. You hear

Naomi trusted him wholeheartedly and nodded in response

He couldn’t help but feel a delayed sense of ariety. He gently held her head for a moment. Then, be

reminded Darren, “Olivia is behind her.” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Darren snapped back to reality and burried over to Olivia.

Olivia had been observing their interactions from her bed. Darren had just remembered her presence and approached her. Naturally, he cared about her, but his concem for Mac was on a complenty

different level.

Tyler noticed everything, and his eyes turned cold.

Naomi looked up at Tyler and asked, “Tyler, did Olivia donate blood for me?”

Tyler tried his best not to let his concem show. He answered, “Yes. Your blood type is rare, and they couldn’t find a match, so we had to ask Olivia to donate.”

Weary, she closed her eyes and whispered, “Thank you, Olivia.”

Tyler whispered to her, “Rest now.”

Naomi nodded, and the medical staff wheeled her away, leaving Olivia in the room.

Olivia responded to Mrs. Jones and Darren’s attempts to comfort her with silence and few words, but her eyes betrayed her disappointment and sadness.

Tyler stood at a distance, watching her closely. He noticed the emotions hidden in her eyes.

Mrs. Jones and Darren were primarily concerned about Naomi, who had just left the emergency room They looked toward Tyler for information.

Tyler approached them and informed, “They’ve taken Naomi to the ward. Her life should no longer be in danger, she’s stable for now.

Mrs. Jones said, “Let’s go see her.”

Tyler said nothing

Darren agreed, “Since Olivia is alright, let’s visit Naomi

They chatted with Tyler, who responded briefly with an inscrutable expression, not offering much more information

After they left, Tyler remained by Olivia’s side, watching her closely.

Olivia seemed somewhat awkward as she whispered, “I’m relieved that Naomi is okay. I’m fine.”

Cyle was uncertain about his role at this moment and pondered for a while before saying, “Thank you dine. Naomi is safe”

Shenotted “Win–hmm, it’s all good.”

She said suflete, as long as Naomi is safe, I’m truly fine.” She knew that he was worried about

Fitover be insisted. “If you feel sad, Olivia, it’s okay to cry.”

She didn’t want is cry, not at all. She was content that her blood had matched Naomi’s. She mumbled,

Edon’t want sy just feel a little dizzy.”

Byler’s heart achet when he heard her speak so vulnerably, almost childlike. He gently held her hand for a fires noment.

She felt his warm, dry hand, closed her eyes briefly, and remained silent.

ather a diort while he withdrew his hand and spoke in a flat tone, “Get some rest.”

She nodded “Clay ”