Chapter 347

Evelyn rushed into the hospital, her breath coming in short gasps. There, in the obstetrics waiting area, sat Olivia - a solitary figure amidst couples holding hands.

The other women had partners whispering reassurances. Olivia sat alone, clutching medical reports with trembling fingers.

It had been weeks since Evelyn last saw her. The change was startling. Olivia's once round cheeks had hollowed out. Her choppy bangs nearly obscured her eyes, but the tight line of her lips spoke volumes.

"Olivia..." Evelyn whispered as she sat beside her.

At the sound of her name, Olivia collapsed into Evelyn's arms, tears soaking her shoulder. "I'm pregnant," she choked out. "The doctor says... if I terminate, I may never conceive again. What do I do?"

Evelyn's stomach twisted with guilt. "This is my fault. All of it."

Olivia's fingers dug into Evelyn's sleeves. "When I saw that positive test, my world shattered. I didn't want to burden you, but I'm drowning. This... thing inside me is a living reminder of that night. But if I get rid of it..." Her voice broke.

The ultrasound image shook in Olivia's hands. Evelyn scanned the results - low iron levels, concerning hormone readings, a uterus too fragile for standard procedures. Even carrying to term would be risky.

"Olivia," Evelyn said carefully, "who's the father?"

Olivia flinched as if struck. She turned her face away, fresh tears spilling. The unspoken answer hung between them - Maxwell Lockwood.

Evelyn pulled her close. "Keep the baby. I'll help you raise it. I'll be the best godmother this child could have."

A shudder ran through Olivia's thin frame. "I don't blame you, Evelyn. I should've taken emergency contraception sooner. If I blame anyone, it's him and this cruel twist of fate." She wiped her eyes roughly. "I'll be okay. Just need time."

They walked toward the exit, Olivia leaning heavily on Evelyn's arm. Then they saw it - a blood-red convertible idling at the curb.

Preston Worthington Jr. lounged in the backseat, a blonde draped over each shoulder. Despite the chill, both women wore barely-there outfits. Preston's mouth was currently occupied with one girl while his hand groped the other.

"T Corporation's new diamond collection," the blonde purred. "I want the emerald set."

"LV's latest bag for me," the other giggled.

Preston laughed, showering them with kisses. "Anything for my girls!"

Evelyn's lip curled in disgust. "Disgraceful."

But Olivia had gone rigid. Her nails bit into Evelyn's arm. That face - Preston's smug, laughing face - was the one from her nightmares.

"Olivia?" Evelyn whispered.

"I'm fine," Olivia lied through clenched teeth. "Let's go."

Inside the car, Preston's smirk faded as he caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette. Olivia Kensington? At a hospital?

His expression darkened. With a sharp gesture, he sent his driver after them.