Page 55 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

Bella’s voice quivered as she spoke, her eyes welling up with tears. “Is Mom going to be okay?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Olivia gathered her youngest sister into a comforting embrace, her voice soothing. “We don’t know for sure, but we’re going to be there for her, Bella. We’ll stay strong together.”

Meredith, ever the practical one, stood up and grabbed her coat. “Let’s go, we can’t waste any more time. Mom needs us by her side.”

Olivia reached for her phone as they dressed up hastily, dialing Avery’s number.

“Hey, Avery,” Olivia spoke, her voice trembling slightly. “Something happened to Mom, and we’re rushing to the hospital. Can you meet us there?”

Avery’s voice filled with concern on the other end of the line. “Of course, Liv. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Stay strong.”

The thought of calling Roman crossed Olivia’s mind; his presence had become a significant part of her life. But amidst the chaos and uncertainty, she hesitated, debating whether it was the right time to involve him in such a personal matter. Ultimately, she decided against it, knowing her focus needed to be on her family.

She took a deep breath, her resolve firming. “No, I won’t call him now. This is something we have to face as a family,” she whispered to herself.

Olivia turned her attention back to her sisters, guiding them out of the door and towards the waiting taxi. The drive was silent; the bustling city streets seemed to blur as they rushed towards the hospital, their worries and prayers filling the confined space.

Olivia clutched her phone tightly, her fingers trembling with the weight of the unknown.

They all jumped out of the taxi without waiting for it to come to a full stop.

“I’m so scared,” Bella said.

Olivia’s heart sank as she entered the hospital room and saw her mother lying there, attached to various machines. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air, adding to the heaviness of the moment. Her sisters stood beside her, their expressions mirroring the mixture of fear and sadness that consumed her.

The doctor approached his face, a mask of concern. “Olivia, I’m afraid your mother’s condition has worsened. She needs a heart transplant urgently to have any chance of recovery.”

Tears welled up in Olivia’s eyes, her voice trembling as she choked out her response. “But... but I can’t afford a heart transplant. It’s too expensive. What are we going to do?”

The doctor’s tone was empathetic. “I understand the financial burden this places on your family. We can explore options, such as financial assistance programs or potential donors. But time is of the essence. We need to act quickly.”

Olivia’s shoulders shook as she sobbed; her sisters clung to her, their tears mingling with hers. As the hospital room enveloped them in a somber silence, Olivia’s mind raced, desperately seeking a solution. She thought of asking for an advance on her salary. But her sisters came first.

With a trembling voice, Olivia finally spoke, trying to comfort them. “We’ll find a way. We won’t give up on Mom. We’ll explore every avenue, every possibility. We’ll fight for her.”

After a few minutes more with the doctor, they went home; Olivia was the last to leave as Avery came to pick her up and drop her at home.

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Olivia lay in bed, her thoughts consumed with worry and her eyes swollen from tears. In her restless thoughts, her phone rang, startling her from her reverie.

She picked up the call. It was the doctor; her heart skipped a beat.

Her voice quivered with anticipation as she listened to the doctor’s words. “Hello?”

“Olivia, this is Dr. Anderson,” the doctor’s voice came through the phone, a mix of professional detachment and empathy.

“I wanted to inform you that we have arranged for your mother to be transferred to a private hospital. A donor has become available for her heart transplant.”

Olivia’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

“How…?Are you serious? This is incredible news!”

“Yes, Olivia,” Dr. Anderson replied, his tone conveying reassurance. “We need you to come in to sign the necessary paperwork. The transplant procedure will take place as soon as possible.”

Tears welled up in Olivia’s eyes once again, this time out of relief and gratitude. “Thank you, Doctor. I can’t express how grateful I am. Who did this? How did this happen?”

“We don’t know either, but I’m told the person will contact you. Listen, we’re doing everything we can for your mother, Olivia,” he assured her. “Please be prepared to come to the hospital first thing tomorrow morning.”

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