Chapter 520

The moment Olivia collapsed, Liam's heart stopped. Without hesitation, he scooped her into his arms and rushed toward Mercy Hospital. As he passed Margaret Sinclair still sprawled on the floor, his gaze flickered over her for just a second before he kept moving.

Liam carried Olivia back to her private ward and immediately called for the doctors. Relief flooded through him when they confirmed she was stable. He vowed not to leave her side for the next few days, settling into the chair beside her bed like a sentinel. The entire night, he didn’t sleep a wink, his body rigid with tension as he watched over her. Olivia was exhausted, but sleep wouldn’t come—her mind was racing too fast.

She shifted restlessly under the sheets, and Liam immediately stood, adjusting the blankets around her with careful hands. His voice was rough with concern. "Are you in pain? Should I call the doctor back?"

Olivia shook her head with a faint smile. "Sit down," she murmured. "We need to talk."

Liam stiffened, sensing the weight of what was coming. Slowly, he sank back into the chair, his hands clenching into fists on his knees. He looked like a man bracing for a verdict.

Amusement flickered in Olivia’s eyes as she reached for his hand. After a brief hesitation, Liam extended it, his fingers trembling slightly. She guided his palm to rest against her stomach, letting the warmth of his touch linger there.

"It’s too early for you to feel anything," she said softly. "But when I was alone before, this was the only way I could sleep—just touching my stomach, knowing there was life inside me. When Isabelle was born, I almost didn’t make it. That moment… it was like she was the one keeping me alive, not the other way around." Her voice wavered. "This feeling… it’s just like when I was pregnant with her. How could I ever walk away from that?"

Liam opened his mouth, then closed it again, struggling for words. Finally, he spoke, his voice thick with worry. "I don’t want to see you in pain again. Another child isn’t worth your suffering. You and Isabelle—you’re everything to me. I don’t need anything else."

Olivia shook her head, her expression resolute. "No. I’m keeping this baby. It’s mine. I want this."

Liam looked stunned, his breath catching. He swallowed hard, clearly wrestling with her words. "But… you hated me. How can you—?"

Olivia cut him off gently. "Let’s leave the past where it belongs. This child shouldn’t carry the weight of our mistakes." She hesitated, then tightened her grip on his hand. "Maybe I shouldn’t say this, but… for our children, I want to give Isabelle and this baby a stable family." She took a deep breath. "So I’m willing to remarry you. But it would be in name only. If you find someone else—or if I do—we part ways peacefully."

Liam’s face was unreadable, his silence stretching between them. But his hand betrayed him, trembling against hers. Slowly, he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. His voice was rough when he finally spoke. "Olivia… you’re not just saying this to convince me, are you?"

A quiet laugh escaped her. "You know I don’t joke about things like this."

The air between them shifted, heavy with unspoken promises.