That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

Isaac felt a flutter in his heart as he saw Olivia’s determined look, but he couldn’t help glancing at Victor to gauge his reaction.

Victor simply stared coldly at the stubborn woman, without uttering a word.

Noticing Victor’s lack of response, Isaac nodded at Olivia and said, “Then please, Dr. Prescott. Please follow me.”

Olivia breathed a sigh of relief, making an effort to ignore Victor’s gaze. She stood up and followed Isaac, brushing past Victor.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Seeing her brother actually taking this young woman upstairs, Abigail couldn’t help but feel uneasy and hurriedly followed them.

The three figures disappeared around the corner of the staircase.

Sophia, seeing the beautiful woman leave, tugged at her father’s collar, urging him to go after them.

Victor withdrew his gaze from the corner of the staircase, lowered his eyes to the little girl in his arms, and unknowingly bit his lip, then lifted his foot and walked upstairs.

Arriving at the door of the room, Olivia caught sight of a man who suddenly appeared, and her heart skipped a beat.

“We’re here,” Isaac said in a deep voice.

Olivia quickly collected her thoughts, forced herself to calm down, and followed him into the room.

Upon entering, she immediately caught a strong smell of medicine.

Olivia glanced around the room and only saw a large bed in the center, with several people in white clothes standing by the bedside. It seemed they were a medical team specially prepared for Old Whitaker.

This room was clearly a medical room specifically set up for Old Whitaker, as the outside world had described. The Whitaker family took Old Whitaker’s condition very seriously.

Isaac led her directly to Old Whitaker’s bedside and said, “Dr. Prescott, if you please.”

Olivia nodded, lowered her eyes, and took a moment to observe the person lying on the hospital bed.

Old Whitaker lay weakly on the bed, his body so thin that he was almost nothing but bones. His cheeks were sunken, giving him the appearance of a withered candle.

Seeing the scene before her, Olivia’s expression suddenly became grave, and her eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Old Whitaker’s condition was indeed as Gabriel had described, extremely serious.

She couldn’t afford to waste any time. After a brief observation, she immediately grasped Old Whitaker’s wrist and earnestly diagnosed his pulse.

Seeing her actions, Isaac was taken aback.

He didn’t expect this woman to be a traditional medicine practitioner, and for Old Whitaker’s condition, she simply diagnosed his pulse.

However, during this period, they had consulted both Western and Eastern doctors in their efforts to cure Old Whitaker’s illness, so Isaac had seen various methods.

Seeing Olivia’s actions now, he was only momentarily surprised and didn’t say anything.

Olivia sat by the bedside, one hand holding Old Whitaker’s hand, and the other grasping his wrist. With lowered eyes and focused attention, she wholeheartedly observed Old Whitaker’s pulse.

However, the more she observed Old Whitaker’s pulse, the more alarmed she became.

She had thought that Gabriel’s description of the symptoms was already severe enough, but she hadn’t expected Old Whitaker’s actual condition to be even worse.

During the pulse diagnosis, she also noticed that Old Whitaker’s breathing was extremely weak. It could be said that he was on his last breath.

After a while, Olivia released Old Whitaker’s hand with a solemn expression, stood up, and walked over to Isaac and the others.

“Dr. Prescott, do you have any results? How is my grandfather’s condition? Do you have a way to treat him?” Isaac had never seen a doctor treating Old Whitaker react like this before, and there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Frowning, Olivia questioned, “Old Whitaker’s condition is so severe, why didn’t you take him to the hospital? He’s on the brink of death, yet you leave him at home?”