Chapter 192 For Her, Rescuing Regardless of Everything
The most shocked person was Sophia.
She was stunned by Olivia's slap.
In front of so many people, Olivia actually dared to hit her!
Sophia was furious, her eyes bloodshot with rage. She was about to strike back, but Olivia's look scared her.
"Sophia, whether my teacher treats a patient or not is his choice.
Not everyone who asks him has to be treated!
He's old and has limited energy. Michael's leg has nerve damage from the car accident and needs long-term care to slowly recover.
Let me tell you, stop trying to guilt-trip and insult people. If you dare say one more disrespectful word about him, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
"Olivia!"
Sophia gritted her teeth, absolutely furious.
The guests at the scene started speaking up, criticizing Sophia.
"This is ridiculous. When asking for help fails, she insults people? Is this how you ask for medical help?"
"Exactly, doesn't she know how to respect the elderly?"
"Does this Sophia have any manners? How dare she insult Rodolfo, a treasure of the medical community!"
"Hilarious. She clearly doesn't know Rodolfo well but pretends to be close, and then bad-mouths his student right in front of him."
"So shameless, breaking up someone's marriage and then publicly putting them down."
"Ms. Smith's slap was well-deserved. If it were me, I would have beaten her face to a pulp!"
"Mr. Johnson must be blind to fall for such a woman, mistaking trash for treasure and abandoning Ms. Smith who was devoted to him."
"Ms. Smith just said Mr. Johnson's leg nerves are dead? That really does need long-term care. She took care of him for years, but in his eyes, it meant nothing."
"Ms. Smith wasted all these years on such a person!"
"They really are a perfect match—equally shameless."
"Good thing Ms. Smith saw through him and divorced early."
All kinds of harsh words reached Michael and Sophia's ears.
Michael's face darkened.
By now, he knew that tonight's attempt to seek medical help was hopeless.
But his emotions were mixed, his thoughts scattered.
Rodolfo and Olivia's words were like nails driven deep into his heart.
So it was really his own fault for not cherishing what he had?
All those years, Olivia had been trying her best to treat him, but he had believed Sophia's words.
He had misunderstood her.
At this moment, Michael suddenly recalled scenes from before the divorce, when Olivia treated him.
Three treatments a week, and every evening when he came home from work, there was medicine she had personally prepared.
All of that was her care, her concern for him, filled with emotions he had treated as worthless.
But what about him?
Every time he faced her with a cold expression, sometimes even impatiently.
When he was in a bad mood, he wouldn't even drink the medicine she prepared.
But could he really be blamed alone for all this?
Michael couldn't help but ask Olivia through gritted teeth, "Why did you never say Rodolfo was your teacher?!"
Hearing his question, Olivia's expression was full of mockery. "I wanted to say it, but did I have a chance?
Michael, from the beginning, you decided I came from an ordinary background with no connections, and that I married you with ulterior motives.
In our four-plus years of marriage, all you gave me was endless cold treatment. You even thought looking at me once was too much, so how could you possibly care who my teacher was?
Michael, I've done everything I could for you. As a doctor, I never slacked off in treating your leg.
Since we're already divorced, I advise you to be a better person. Stop bad-mouthing others all the time. I don't care about myself, but my teacher and the reputation of the Medica Vitae Sect cannot be slandered by you!
If there's a next time, it won't be just a slap!"
Her gaze shifted from Michael to Sophia, her disgust and contempt undisguised.
In her eyes, Sophia seemed like an ant on the ground. That look of disdain made Sophia explode with rage.
Especially when Sophia saw Michael staring straight at Olivia, anger burned fiercer in her chest!
She didn't understand why things turned out this way.
This spotlight and glory should have been hers.
But why did things go wrong every time she tried to prove herself?
Especially tonight, Olivia's transformation was unbearable.
Olivia's parents were just teachers. Even though she latched onto Daniel and achieved some success in the industry, in Sophia's view, it was nothing special.
She herself just had bad luck, plus the Brown family held her back.
But as long as she worked hard and secured her position as the hostess of the Johnson Group, all problems would be solved.
But why... when everything was looking hopeful, did Olivia suddenly become the heir of Medica Vitae Sect, the student of a famous divine doctor?
Her status had jumped up several social levels.
Even the Johnson Group could be looked down upon...
This shouldn't have happened!
Olivia was supposed to be her defeated opponent!
She couldn't be more excellent or more dazzling than herself!
Perhaps tonight's events shocked Sophia too much, and thinking about her situation in the Johnson family...
After tonight, Michael's parents would definitely be very dissatisfied with her, and she wouldn't be able to maintain her position in Emerald City's high society as before.
Sophia almost lost her mind.
All of this was that bitch Olivia's fault!
Why didn't she just die!
Burning with rage, Sophia suddenly went crazy and violently shoved Olivia.
"Watch out!"
No one expected Sophia to actually attack.
Even Olivia didn't expect it. Caught off guard, she was pushed hard.
The force made her stumble back several steps.
Not far behind Olivia was a champagne tower.
With Olivia's collision, the tower wobbled and then crashed to the ground.
Glass shattered everywhere, and everyone at the scene cried out in shock.
People around scattered, afraid of being affected.
But Olivia couldn't escape.
Worst of all, if she couldn't control her body and stay upright, she would fall directly onto the broken glass.
"Olivia!" Daniel's face changed as he shouted and instinctively rushed forward.
"Olivia!" Rodolfo also changed color, standing up abruptly to go forward.
"This is bad, really bad..."
"Ms. Smith is so unlucky."
The guests were equally shocked, and the timid ones even closed their eyes, afraid to watch the bloody scene.
Olivia's heart sank too.
Because of tonight's banquet, she had worn high heels and couldn't find her footing, almost twisting her ankle.
Just as she was about to fall into the glass shards, at the critical moment, a large hand suddenly appeared and firmly caught her waist.
The next second, everything spun before Olivia's eyes. When her vision cleared, someone had caught her around the waist and quickly stepped back several paces.
The remaining glasses from the tower all fell at that moment.
The crackling sound stopped.
At the entire banquet, no one dared breathe.
Even Olivia looked shaken.
A few seconds later, she realized she had been saved.
She instinctively looked up at her rescuer—a very familiar face.
A perfectly flawless jawline, deep eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses showing concern and lingering tension.
It was Andrew!
Olivia's eyes widened in surprise. How was he here?
At this moment, everyone else came to their senses.
Daniel had already rushed forward, his eyes full of concern as he asked, "Are you okay?"
Rodolfo followed closely, his face tense with worry. "Are you hurt?"
Hearing the voices around her, Olivia looked away and quickly shook her head. "I... I think I'm fine."
When she was about to fall, fortunately Andrew appeared in time.
Thinking of this, Olivia looked at Andrew with concern, asking nervously, "Mr. Hamilton, are you hurt?"
She suddenly realized he was still holding her, so she quickly said, "Put me down, let me check..."
When Andrew looked at her, his eyes were gentle.
He said soothingly, "Don't worry, the ground is full of glass. Let me take you somewhere safe first."
Then he carried her forward, away from the mess.
Reaching a safe spot, he set her down and told the others nearby, "Everyone else stay back, it's dangerous. David, have someone come clean this up."
"Yes, sir."
David immediately responded and went to make arrangements.
Olivia couldn't care about anything else. Once she was steady on her feet, she anxiously looked him over.
Andrew wore a well-tailored custom suit tonight. His previously unwrinkled pants now had several tears from the broken glass, stained with champagne, making it hard to tell if he was injured.
If the situation allowed, Olivia would have already pulled up his pant leg to check.
Meeting her concerned eyes, Andrew said gently, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"Are you really okay?"
Olivia was still worried.
This person always appeared from nowhere when she needed help.
But she knew he wasn't a god—he had a mortal body and could get hurt too.