Chapter 425 After the Surgery, Oliver's Liver Starts to Ache
Oliver felt a sharp pain.
His heart was a mix of joy and sorrow. He'd see her more often now, but he figured she probably despised him even more.
He didn't care, really, he didn't!
That day, Zoey brought in a lawyer to handle the paperwork. From that moment on, Nicole Mitchell's name was legally changed to Nicole Windsor, making her Oliver's daughter in the eyes of the law.
After the paperwork was done, Sarah stared at the name 'Nicole Windsor' for a long time, lost in thought.
A week later, Nicole underwent a bone marrow transplant, and the surgery was a great success.
Oliver seemed to be in good health, too.
Everything seemed to be going well!
Oliver treated Nicole like his own daughter, showering her with love, but this did nothing to warm Sarah's heart.
To her, his actions were nothing but hypocritical, not worth being moved by.
On the day Nicole was discharged, it was already February.
In the hospital room, Sarah was packing Nicole's things. She couldn't help but feel reluctant, her eyes misty with unshed tears.
Claire suggested, "Why don't you ask Mr. Windsor again?"
Sarah shook her head gently. "If he were going to soften, he would have done it long ago. Why wait until now?"
Even though they were in the same city, Sarah meticulously packed many things for Claire to take to Oliver's apartment. She was worried Nicole wouldn't eat well or stay warm.
Claire couldn't help but cry.
She assured Sarah, "Don't worry, Mrs. Windsor! With me around, Nicole won't go hungry or cold. Besides, you'll be visiting often. Nicole won't suffer."
Sarah nodded slightly.
Just then, Oliver appeared at the door, having overheard much of the conversation.
He didn't say anything, just took the suitcase from Sarah's hand and gently picked up Nicole. "Let's go home, sweetheart," he said softly.
Nicole was very close to him.
She wrapped her arms around Oliver's neck, her big, round eyes looking at Sarah. She could only manage a few words, "Mommy... come too... I want Mommy..."
Sarah couldn't hold back her tears.
Claire sighed deeply, "What a tragedy, a family torn apart!"
In the end, Sarah couldn't rest easy and decided to follow them. She drove her own car, trailing behind Oliver's.
Half an hour later, both cars stopped in front of the apartment building.
The apartment wasn't large, but it was cozy.
Oliver had converted part of his bedroom into a child's room, complete with a pink bed and a small walk-in closet. It was clear he had given Nicole the best, genuinely caring for her.
But Sarah couldn't let go.
Nicole loved the little bed. After enduring so much pain from the surgery, she was now happily playing with her toys on it, her little face endearing.
Sarah knew it was time to leave.
But she couldn't bear to!
She stayed until Nicole fell asleep, gently tucking her in and watching her for a long time before finally deciding to leave. It was better to rip off the band-aid quickly.
As Sarah stood up, she found herself in a warm embrace.
A hand gripped her waist.
Sarah was startled.
She lowered her voice, tinged with anger, "Oliver, what are you doing?"
He was clearly afraid of waking Nicole.
He half-dragged, half-carried her into his bedroom. The space was cramped, with only a single bed covered in dark gray sheets. He lightly pressed her onto it.
Outside, a torrential rain began to pour.
Claire was busy in the kitchen, hoping Sarah would stay for lunch. She had bought fresh fish and meat and planned to cook a feast.
Sarah felt humiliated.
Her nose turned red. She looked up at him, her voice hoarse, "Did you take in Nicole just to lure me here? Oliver, find another woman to solve your needs. Leave me alone."
Oliver's deep eyes focused on her.
Sarah couldn't stand it, tilting her head back and sobbing softly.
"Why are you crying?"
He leaned in, gently kissing away her tears. "Weren't things good in Vesper City? You had feelings for me then."
As soon as he finished speaking, she slapped him.
His face stung.
His liver ached even more.
He casually brushed over the area, trying to ease the pain.
Sarah closed her eyes, her voice breaking, "If you keep this up, Oliver, I won't set foot in here again. Don't push me!"
"I'm not pushing you."
He moved aside, letting her sit up.
Her neatly tied hair had come undone, and she trembled with a fragile beauty.
Oliver took her hand, fastening her buttons.
Sarah fled in a panic.
Claire saw her and, being experienced, quickly guessed what had happened. She muttered, "Mr. Windsor is really something else!"
Sarah's fingers were still shaking.
She took out a card from her bag and told Claire she would deposit $10,000 a month as her salary.
Claire refused, "That's too much! I can't accept it!"
Sarah tilted her head back slightly, holding back tears. "It's not too much. Take care of her for me. I'll find a way to bring her back soon."
Claire held the card, finally saying softly, "Don't worry, Mrs. Windsor."
The rain outside continued to pour.
But Sarah was determined to leave. She ran downstairs, braving the rain to her car.
She was almost soaked, but she didn't care. She had to leave now.
She was scared.
She was scared of him.
She was scared of Oliver.
She was even more scared of her own weakness. That would be too humiliating!
An umbrella shielded her from the rain.
Oliver's hoarse voice was in her ear, "The rain is too heavy. Let me take you home."
Sarah turned, meeting his gaze in the rain.
She suddenly knocked the umbrella away.
The pouring rain drenched them both, making it impossible to tell if it was rain or tears on their faces.
Sarah's lips trembled as she sneered, "Oliver, you always think about yourself. You think keeping her will bring us back together? You never consider my situation or feelings. You never think about what I want."
His blue eyes narrowed, "Sarah!"
He reached out, trying to hold her hand, but she roughly pushed him away.
She stepped back, "Can you let me go? Can you let me have a little peace? Can you show some mercy... No, in your life, Oliver, there's no such thing as mercy."
"Sarah!"
Oliver called her name, his heart aching.
He wanted to explain, but before he could, the pain in his liver flared up again.
This time, it was unbearable.
He stepped back, leaning against the car, his fingers trembling as he took out a bottle of painkillers from his pocket.