My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back by Cheryl Moore

Chapter 166

Vincent chatted with Delilah incessantly. The doctor asked Olivia to step outside, as he didn’t want to disturb the heartfelt conversation.

Olivia appeared overwhelmed and looked nervous.

The doctor looked kind. He smiled warmly and said gently, “You must be Vince’s girlfriend. Don’t be nervous. The patient is doing fine, and it’s good news that she hasn’t gotten worse. Vince’s mom and I are old friends. It’s heartbreaking to see her condition, but we never gave up hope. We are seeking a reputable doctor for her from various channels.”

He added, “For now, there’s good news. We’ve contacted the top medical team in the psychiatric department. They’re coming to Dellmoor in two weeks, and after an on-site consultation, there may be a turning point in her situation.”

This was indeed good news.

Upon hearing the news, Olivia was overwhelmed, and her eyes twin kled.

She asked softly, “Do we have to wait another two weeks?”

The doctor could sense her impatience and eagerness, so he reassured her, “Given her health condition, a long journey is not preferred. But don’t worry. Based on her condition now, a two-week wait won’t affect the outcome.”

Shortly after, Vincent emerged from the ward.

Unable to contain her excitement, Olivia eagerly approached him and shared the good

news.

Vincent suddenly halted in his tracks, confirming, “Really?”

Olivia blinked her round ey es and nodded fervently.

Suddenly, Vincent lifted Olivia off the ground, spinning her around.

The doctor watched this heartwarming scene with a knowing smile.

As the doctor approached, Vincent quickly let Olivia down.

He smiled embarrassingly and hurriedly showed his gratitude, saying, “Mr. Jones, thank you so much.”

The “Mr. Jones” that Vincent mentioned was none other than Steven Jones, Delilah’s attending doctor and good friend.

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walked by with a smile

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visit Dellmoor, attending to both business

for his visit was his

Hotel, a hotel owned

was bustling

and the

the receptionists were on the verge of being overwhelmed by the sweet

the flow of flower deliveries continued

flowers

it was working hours, another person replied softly, “Ms.

the devil, Kimberly walked in through the revolving doors just as the lobby turned into a makeshift flower shop. The reception area

witnessing the unusual situation, Kimberly furrowed her brows. On the side, Frederick noticed the change in her

raised his voice, “It’s working hours.

to work.”

However, he unexpectedly adopted a more assertive tone

flower pile on the front desk, asking, “Whose are these? Take them away

at a loss, holding two

that she almost cried when

What

Frederick, who was usually calm and composed, was stunned. He

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and carefully examined Kimberly, who stood beside

raised his gaze and looked at the distressed receptionist, feeling a

he turned to Kimberly and inquired cautiously,

usual composed manner, calmly uttered, “Handle it

that, Kimberly left

forgetting to say something to the receptionist. “Handle them however

receptionists were fascinated

one of them couldn’t

bouquets and placed them on the inner side of

and Frederick were stopped by the

assistant spoke in a businesslike tone and pointed to the mountain of

her brows, wondering about the

wasn’t April Fools’ Day

distinctly remembered the loneliness of not receiving a single flower

pick up a bouquet and