bChapter 139 /b

OLIVIA’S POV

The soft creak of the hospital room door opening stirred me from a restless sleep. My eyes opened, adjusting to the dim lighting. I blinked away bthe /bsleep, rubbed my itchy eyes, and slowly sat up. Julian walked in quietly, holding a small paper bag.

I nced toward the clock on the nightstand–2:03 a.m. Mom was still lying peacefully on the bed beside me, her chest rising and falling steadily. That gave me somefort.

“Are you okay?” Julian asked, his voice low but full of concern as he noticed me shifting.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine,” I said, though my voice didn’t sound convincing–even to me.

Julian walked over and ced the paper bag on the small hospital table. “I brought some burgers and fries in case you’re hungry.”

I nodded, appreciating the gesture, but the truth was–I wasn’t hungry for food. My stomach was knotted with something far deeper than physical hunger. It was a raw, burning desire that had taken root in me since the moment I realized what had happened.

I was starving for revenge.

A deep, consuming hunger to make every single person who wronged me pay–and Adrian Westwood was now part of the list

Julian must’ve sensed my mood because he gave me a quick look before speaking again. “I was able to get in touch with Dad just a few minutes ago. I told him everything–about the explosion, Mom, you… all of it. At first, he wanted toe down here, but I told him not to bother. We’re leaving bin /bbthe /bmorning.”

I blinked at him. “So, what did you two decide?”

“The jet will be ready at sunrise. He’s making arrangements as we speak. We’re leaving as soon as the hospital clears Mom for travel.”

“But… don’t you think she needs more time to rest?” I asked, ncing over at iher /isleeping form.

“I do,” Julian admitted, “but we don’t have that luxury. It’s only a matter of time before Adrian figures out his men failed. And when he does, he’lle after you again–maybe even more prepared this time.”

He was right.

I hated to admit it, but Julian was speaking the truth. The longer we stayed here, the closer death crept toward us. I was still shaken by the earlier events, but now wasn’t the time to let fear take over. We had to move, and fast.

“I agree,” I said with a sigh. “But… shouldn’t we process the divorce papers before leaving?”

“That won’t be a problem,” Julian replied. “Once we get to our destination, we’ll take care of it. What matters now is getting youb, /bme, and Mom out of here alive. My best friend’s meeting us at the airport first thing in the morning.”

I leaned back against the chair, exhaustion hitting me again. “Alright… we leave in the morning.”

Julian looked at me gently. “How are you holding up? bI /bknow you and Adrian… weren’t exactly a fairytale couple. But st. finding out he was behind the attack.”

I looked at him for a long moment. My lips parted before I could even think, and the words came tumbling out.

ust have been rough

“So this was the best he could think of?” My voice cracked slightly as the pain I’d kept buried began to surface. “I yed his fucking game for bmonths/b, Julian. I yed along, even when it hurt. And just because I finally stood up and walked away, he sent people to kill me? He dragged byou /bband /bbMom /bbinto /bthis… like we were disposable.”

The tears I had held back for hours stung my eyes, and before I could stop them, they spilled over, trailing down my cheeks.

b1/3 /b

b“/bbThe /bones you think you know the most are always the ones who show you new sides you’ve never seen before, Julian said softly bas /bhe rose bto /bbhis /bfeet

and took a seat beside me

His words hit deeper than I expected. He was right. The person I thought I knew was nothing more than a carefully crafted lie

“Adrian is in the past now,” Julian continued, cing a hand gently on mine. “Let’s forget about him and start over. A fresh start. You know you need this -not just for yourself, but also for your baby.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, letting his words settle into my chest like soft rain after a storm. The ache in my heart pulsed slower now, though bit /bwas still very much there. Taking a deep breath, I gave a slow nod in agreement. It was time to move forward. I had to–for the child growing inside meb, /band for my own sanity.

“Now,” Julian said, reaching for the paper bag he’d brought in earlier, “I want you to eat this. It’s been over seven hours since you had anything. Don’t argue with me.”

I sighed but couldn’t help smiling a little. Julian was always so persistent when it came to taking care of me–whether I wanted it or not. I knew resisting him would be pointless.

Knowing there was no escaping his concern, I took the bag and pulled out the warm burger wrapped in foil. “Are you happy nowi?/ibi” /i/bI asked, raising ban /beyebrow and giving him a teasing smirk.

He smirked back, the smallest trace of relief softening his expression. “Ecstatic,” he said before walking toward the bathroom..

I took a few bites, the food settling awkwardly in my stomach. I didn’t even realize how hungry I was until I started eating. But more than that, I was emotionally exhausted. Everything had happened so fast, the attempt on our lives, Mom getting hurt. My body and mind had reached their limit.

The moment I finished thest bite, my eyelids grew heavy. I leaned back in the chair beside the bed, letting the exhaustion take me. Despite the stiff cushion and the awkward angle, sleep came quickly.

The next thing I knew, bright sunlight was sneaking through the hospital window blinds, casting slits of gold across the floor. My neck ached from the position I had slept in, but my heart felt lighter. It was morning–a new day, a new chance.

I stretched a little, trying to shake off the grogginess, when I heard voices. Turning slightly, I blinked and saw something that made my heart leap–Mom

was awake.

She was sitting up, alert, with a doctor standing beside her. Julian was near the door, watching silently with his arms crossed.

“You’re awake,” I said, barely able to contain the joy in my voice.

“Did you think I was going to sleep forever?” she said with a soft smile. “Come here.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as I rushed to her side and threw my arms around her. I held her tightly, almost afraid she’d vanish if I let go. Just a few hours ago, I was convinced I wasn’t going to see her or Julian again, but God gave us a second chance and we escaped just in time

The doctor cleared his throat politely, breaking our moment. “Alright, ma’am. I’ve prescribed your medications, and don’t forget to change the bandage every 24 hours. After that, you’re good to bgo/b.”

“She’s going to be fine?” I asked, my voice a little shaky.

“Perfectly fine,” he said reassuringly. “Just follow the instructions and she’ll be back to her normal self soon.”

“Thank you,” Julian said, walking out of the room/with the doctor to handle the discharge paperwork.

My mother reached for my hand and looked into my eyes with quiet strength. “I hope your baby is okay, darling.”

“Yes,” I said, nodding. “We’re both fine. Once/Julian gets back, we’ll check you out and leave this country immediately. I’m so sorry bfor /bbputting /bbyour /bblife /bbin /bdanger.”

“It’s okay,” she said, gently squeezing my hand. “This is a crazy world where crazy things happen. It’s bup /bbto /bbus /bbto adapt /bband /bbsurvive/bb./bb” /b