Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 517 Raymond Really Cares for Her

Touched, Olivia found herself gazing at Raymond, a belief blooming within her that she still occupied a corner of his heart. "Raymond, you truly do care for me," she murmured.

Raymond, ensconced on the couch, offered no response to her heartfelt declaration.

As Dr. Barnes concluded his examination of her finger, Olivia proffered her other hand just as he was preparing to take his leave.

"Dr. Barnes, this hand feels somewhat peculiar as well," she said.

It was evident, even to the most obtuse observer, that Olivia was contriving reasons to prolong his stay. But to what end?

Dr. Barnes' gaze strayed involuntarily towards Raymond, who appeared lost in thought and failed to return the look. The previous night, Alex had insinuated that Raymond was entangled in a romantic liaison with another. Yet, Raymond's tolerance of Olivia's theatrics suggested a lingering affection for her. Perhaps Alex's tales were mere fabrications. Unperturbed by the additional task, Dr. Barnes meticulously examined her other hand before offering her a smile.

"Miss Stone, may I take my leave now?" he asked.

All things considered, his visit had extended by a good forty minutes. Olivia responded with a slight smile.

"Dinner is prepared, Dr. Barnes. Would you care to join us?"

Dr. Barnes declined her invitation with a shake of his head, casting a glance at his wristwatch.

I must be on

and no further excuses at her disposal, Olivia allowed him to depart. During his visit, he had received three calls from the Harper

her forehead, her lips nearly blanched from anxiety. She repeatedly inquired about

to unravel completely. However, given the state of her fingers, promising a full

holding back her tears, finally

to offer words of solace, but instead heard Selena say, "Shelley, I wish to rest

was left speechless, opting to remain by Selena's side for another half hour before reluctantly

uncertainty, her tears cascading down

more, and in strode Baxter

brushed away her tears,

at the chart in his hand, verified the bed number before settling down beside her. He reached out, taking

whisper, her voice raspy from crying, "Can it be

be able to accept the amputation of the

eyelashes fluttered downwards at his words, her other hand clenching the bedsheets tightly. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her sobs trapped in her throat, rendering

scenario. Allow me to treat this again. The soft tissue is relatively unscathed. If you're

conducted a preliminary examination and applied a temporary treatment. However, as time passed, the

leaning back against her pillow and slowly closing

amputation would have been the only option. Your phalanx is still intact, though the skin is tender and the finger misaligned," he explained, his voice

face. Baxter Barnes noted her

and subsequent treatment took a full twenty minutes, after which