Chapter 78 Parents Are Back
Olivia picked out a set of diamond jewelry. The necklace was a simple clavicle chain, paired with delicate earrings and a bracelet, understated yet dazzling.
"All set," the designer said with a smile. "I'll rush the work and make sure it's ready before the family party."
"Thanks for your help," Luca replied politely as he pulled out his black card to pay.
By the time they left the studio, it was already noon.
"Want to grab something to eat?" Luca turned to Olivia. "There's a nice restaurant nearby."
Olivia thought for a moment before nodding. "Sure."
The two walked into the restaurant and took a seat by the window.
The waiter handed over the menu, and Luca slid it toward Olivia. "You order. Get whatever you like."
Olivia didn't hold back. She picked up the menu and ordered a few dishes she liked.
While waiting for the food, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere felt a bit quiet.
Luca looked at Olivia across the table, and a sudden thought popped into his mind.
If they weren't in a business marriage, if there was no Windy, if they could just get along peacefully like this, would things be different?
He quickly pushed the thought away.
"By the way," Olivia broke the silence. "When are you planning to tell Grandpa about our divorce?"
Luca paused for a second before replying, "Let's wait until after the family party, when Grandpa's health is more stable."
"Alright," Olivia nodded, dropping the topic.
The food arrived soon, and they ate quietly.
Every now and then, Luca would use the serving tongs to put some grilled asparagus on Olivia's plate, his movements natural and familiar.
Olivia accepted it without hesitation, even asking him to help cut her steak.
"Can you cut this for me? My arm's still not fully okay," she said, pushing her plate toward Luca.
Luca picked up the knife and fork, carefully cutting the steak into small pieces before sliding the plate back to her. "Be careful, don't burn yourself."
"Got it," Olivia said, picking up her fork to eat a piece of steak. In her mind, though, she couldn't help but think that being taken care of by Luca like this didn't feel so bad.
Sadly, days like this would soon come to an end.
After lunch, Luca drove Olivia back to the hospital.
"Rest well. I've got some things to handle at the company this afternoon," Luca said gently as he opened the car door for her.
"Okay," Olivia nodded and walked into the hospital.
Luca watched her figure disappear through the entrance before turning to leave.
As soon as Olivia lay down in her hospital room, the door creaked open. Jason walked in with a medical kit, his brows furrowed tightly.
"What's wrong with you? You're just starting to get better, and you're already running around. Don't you know your wounds could reopen?" His tone was full of reproach as he reached to check her arm and leg.
His cold fingertips brushed against her skin, and Olivia instinctively flinched.
"It's fine. I just went to pick out a dress and had a meal. I didn't do anything intense," she mumbled in defense.
When Jason pressed on a bruise on her calf, Olivia couldn't help but wince with a sharp "hiss."
"And you say it's fine?" Jason shot her a glare, pulling out some ointment to apply carefully. "Where's Luca? He's not with you? Letting you wander around like this—he's so unreliable."
At the mention of Luca, Olivia's eyes dimmed slightly. "He had to go to the company for some work. He dropped me off and left."
Jason snorted, bandaging her up while grumbling, "He doesn't even care about your condition. If it were someone else, he'd probably stick by their side every second."
Olivia didn't respond, though her heart felt a strange pang. She didn't want to bring up the terrifying warehouse incident or the hidden discomfort in her body. She just chalked up all the odd feelings to weakness from her injuries.
Meanwhile, Luca's phone rang. It was the butler. "Sir, your parents are back in the country. They're at the family estate now, and your grandpa wants you and your wife to come over for dinner tonight."
Luca was caught off guard for a moment before replying, "Got it. We'll be there later."
After hanging up, he called Olivia. "My parents are back. Grandpa wants us to go to the family estate for dinner."
Olivia was a bit surprised. She hadn't met Luca's parents much. From what she remembered, they were always overseas handling business.
"In my condition?" She glanced at her bandaged arm.
"It's fine. Grandpa knows you're injured. He won't let you overdo it," Luca said. "I'll pick you up after work."
By evening, Luca showed up at the hospital room right on time, holding a simple yet elegant dress. "Change into this. It's easy to move in and makes you look more lively."
Olivia took the dress, changed in the bathroom, and came out to find Luca standing by the window, on a phone call. His tone was respectful. "Dad, we're on our way. We'll be there soon."
The car pulled into the family estate, and from a distance, they could see Linus standing at the entrance with a middle-aged couple.
The man, dressed in a sharp suit with a steady demeanor, was Luca's father, Arthur. The woman, in a neat outfit with gentle features, was his mother, Clara.
"Grandpa, Dad, Mom," Luca greeted as he got out of the car, then walked around to carefully help Olivia out.
Clara immediately noticed Olivia's pale face and hurried over, taking her other hand with concern. "Olivia, why do you look so pale? Are you feeling unwell?"
Her warm, firm grip made Olivia feel a sudden warmth in her heart. "Mom, I'm okay. Just a bit weak from the injury."
Arthur also came over, his gaze landing on her. Though he didn't say much, there was a hint of care in his eyes.
Linus smiled and waved them in. "Come inside. It's windy out here. Don't let Olivia catch a chill."
Once inside, the servants quickly brought tea and snacks. Clara held Olivia's hand the whole time, asking all sorts of questions, full of concern for her health.
"How did you suddenly get hurt? Have you not been resting enough?" Clara glanced at Luca with a hint of blame. "Don't you know to take better care of her?"
Luca rubbed his nose, not arguing back. "It was an accident. I've already arranged for her to be looked after."
"Arranging help isn't enough," Clara pressed on. "A girl's body is fragile. You need to keep an eye on her all the time. You can't be careless."
Olivia quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "Mom, it's not his fault. I was just careless."
During dinner, Clara kept piling roasted chicken breast and steamed broccoli onto Olivia's plate.
"Eat more protein and green veggies," she said, frowning as she looked at Olivia's face. "Why do you look so pale? Is the wound hurting and keeping you from sleeping, or do you have no appetite?"
Olivia's heart skipped a beat, and she tried to brush it off. "No, it's probably just because I've been in the hospital lately and haven't gotten much sun." She picked up her spoon and sipped her soup slowly, though the faint discomfort in her stomach left her with little appetite.
Clara stared at her for a few seconds but didn't press further. Still, her eyes held a trace of doubt. She could tell something was off with Olivia—something more than just not getting enough sun. There was definitely something on her mind, but she didn't want to say it.
At that moment, Arthur spoke up, turning to Linus. "Dad, how's your health? Last time you fainted, I was stuck in the middle of a major project issue. I couldn't get away to come back."