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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with a smile and patted Vincent on

E

attending

reason for his visit

the Imperial Hotel, a hotel owned by Larson Corporation, Gerald sought out a high-end

was bustling with a constant stream of

first floor’s reception and the CEO’s office were full of

on the verge of

of flower deliveries continued

are these flowers for?”

working hours, another person replied softly, “Ms.

the lobby turned into a

her brows. On the side, Frederick noticed the

voice, “It’s working hours. What’s the commotion about?

to work.”

gentle demeanor. However, he unexpectedly adopted a

the flower pile on the front desk, asking,

a loss, holding two bouquets

anxious that she almost cried when she

Larson. What should we

was usually calm and composed, was stunned. He

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who stood beside him, relieved he

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

and inquired cautiously, “Ms. Larson,

Kimberly, in her usual composed manner, calmly

Kimberly left

hurriedly followed up and left without forgetting to say something to the receptionist. “Handle them

were fascinated

of them couldn’t help

on the inner side

office, Kimberly and Frederick were stopped by the administrative assistant of the CEO’s office. “Ms. Larson, these flowers are for

spoke in a businesslike tone and pointed

brows,

Fools’ Day

the loneliness of not receiving a single flower

Kimberly was about to pick up a bouquet