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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07:19 Wed, 31 Jan

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with a smile and

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attending to both business and

for his

in at the Imperial Hotel, a hotel owned by Larson

Larson Corporation was bustling

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

were on the

the flow of flower deliveries continued

flowers for?”

was working hours, another person replied

the revolving doors just as the lobby turned into a makeshift flower shop.

brows. On the side, Frederick noticed

disliked irrelevant activities during working hours, Frederick raised his voice, “It’s working hours. What’s

to work.”

However, he unexpectedly adopted a more

at the flower pile on the front desk, asking, “Whose

holding two bouquets and unsure how to

anxious that she almost cried when she asked,

What should

calm and composed, was

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carefully examined Kimberly, who stood beside him,

gaze and looked at the distressed receptionist, feeling a

he turned to Kimberly and inquired cautiously,

in her usual

Kimberly left the

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

receptionists were fascinated by

them couldn’t help

up a few bouquets and placed them on the inner side of the front desk, treating

their way to the office, Kimberly and Frederick were stopped by the administrative assistant of

the timid receptionist, the administrative assistant spoke in a businesslike tone and

brows,

wasn’t April Fools’

distinctly remembered the loneliness of not receiving a single flower

to pick up a