Chapter 74 Does Mr. Hamilton Have a Girlfriend?
It only took a few minutes.
Bianca had already managed to hold her fork steady and eat her food without any trouble.
Feeling proud, Bianca beamed at Andrew and said, "Thanks!"
Andrew gently tapped her nose and replied, "No problem."
Olivia had been watching for a while before realizing she had been neglecting her duty. How could she have let Andrew take over like that?
But she saw that Andrew had been intentionally guiding Bianca to do things she could handle.
He treated Bianca like a regular kid, not making any exceptions because she had autism. In this regard, Olivia admitted she hadn't done as well.
When she took care of Bianca, she would often feel sorry for her, afraid she might get hurt or have an accident.
As a result, she would subconsciously do everything for her in advance, which stifled Bianca's ability to explore.
As Olivia had guessed, Andrew continued to guide Bianca during the meal, even teaching her how to peel shrimp.
By the end of the meal, Bianca had learned to peel shrimp shells, although not perfectly. Some harder shells still remained, but for Bianca, it was a significant leap.
Andrew didn't hold back his praise, "You did awesome! Next time we eat at home, you can peel them yourself, but remember to protect your little hands from the sharp shells."
Bianca nodded happily, her face full of joy.
Olivia felt a mix of bitterness and gratitude as she said, "Thank you, Mr. Hamilton."
Andrew glanced at her, raising an eyebrow slightly, "You noticed?"
Olivia nodded. How could she not?
He had been constantly giving Bianca affirmation and encouragement, guiding her almost every moment.
Andrew briefly explained, "Bianca's condition isn't suitable for intense psychological treatment. She needs gradual, subtle guidance to stimulate her rich inner emotions and feelings. So far, it seems to be working well."
Olivia nodded emphatically. It was more than just working well.
Bianca's emotional responses today were more than she had seen in the past year!
As lunch ended, Olivia felt a bit reluctant to part ways with Andrew.
She wanted Bianca to spend more time with him, thinking it might help her recover faster.
Just then, her phone rang from her bag.
She glanced apologetically at Andrew before answering it, hearing Stella's urgent voice, "Dr. Garcia, something's wrong! Layla's symptoms have flared up again. She's running a high fever and can't breathe, looking like she's about to suffocate... What should I do?"
Olivia's expression changed immediately as she tried to calm Stella, "Don't panic, I'll be right there!"
After hanging up, she turned to Andrew, intending to explain the situation.
To her surprise, Andrew stood up first and said, "I'll drive you there."
Stella's voice had been loud and penetrating, so he had heard it too.
Olivia nodded and grabbed her bag, while Andrew picked up Bianca.
They hurried out of the restaurant and quickly headed to the White Villa.
As soon as they entered, Stella rushed over, pleading, "Dr. Garcia, you have to save Layla..."
Her eyes were red, clearly having cried, and her husband, Paxton Scott, was also anxiously following her.
"Don't worry, I'll do my best. Let me check on her first." Olivia wasted no time and quickly went into the room.
Andrew didn't follow, as it was a young girl's room, and it wouldn't be appropriate to enter without permission.
Paxton noticed Andrew then, surprised by his presence, and greeted him, "Andrew, you're here too?"
"Yeah, I was having lunch with Dr. Garcia and came along to check on Layla."
Andrew's attitude was warm, but his deep voice carried a natural sense of distance.
Although Paxton was an elder, Paxton couldn't help but speak with a hint of respect to Andrew, "Layla's condition has really troubled us. Thanks for introducing Dr. Garcia... Her treatment has been very effective!"
Andrew shook his head and said calmly, "No need to thank me. Taking care of Layla is my duty. I promised Quentin Scott I'd look after his family. In name, I'm Layla's brother."
Paxton was momentarily stunned but quickly refocused on Layla, their worry overwhelming any other thoughts.
Fortunately, Olivia's medical skills were exceptional.
Within less than an hour, Layla's fever was brought down, and she regained her senses.
As Olivia sat by the bed, packing up her tools, she couldn't help but ask, "Your condition has been stable for days. Why did it flare up today? Did you do something you shouldn't have?"
Layla looked a bit guilty. Facing Olivia's sharp gaze, she confessed, "I went out to see my boyfriend today. We just held hands. I thought it wouldn't be a problem, but then..."
Her voice was tinged with grievance, her eyes red as she asked, "Ella, will I never get better? Can I never be with my boyfriend?"
Olivia's frustration flared. She dreaded patients who didn't follow medical advice.
To make sure Layla learned her lesson, she spoke more sternly, "I told you, the treatment takes a month to fully recover. Why didn't you listen and keep your distance? Once you're completely healed, you can interact however you want. Why couldn't you wait? Is this how you show you're getting better?"
Layla shrank back, feeling more aggrieved but also sincerely apologetic, "I'm sorry, Ella. I know I was wrong. Please don't be mad. I won't do it again. I won't sneak out anymore!"
Olivia's anger hadn't completely dissipated, but she couldn't truly stay mad at her.
Young love was often intense and impulsive, and self-control could be weak. But since it had affected her treatment, Olivia couldn't help but scold her.
Layla obediently listened to the advice.
Just then, Andrew and Paxton stepped in.
As soon as they entered, Andrew's slightly authoritative voice sounded, "If you promise something, you must ensure you keep it, or there will be consequences!"
Layla was overjoyed to see him, almost jumping out of bed, "Andrew, you're here too?"
Andrew nodded, firmly instructing her, "Lie down. Do you want to collapse again?"
Layla immediately lay back down, more obedient, "No, I don't."
Andrew didn't indulge her but instead warned, "Follow the doctor's orders. If this happens again, your boyfriend will face consequences."
Layla was terrified, not daring to entertain any thoughts.
Olivia watched in amazement.
Later, when Layla's condition stabilized, Olivia and Andrew said their goodbyes and left.
On the way back, Olivia curiously asked, "Mr. Hamilton, are you related to the White family?"
Andrew shook his head, "No, I was comrades with Layla's brother, Quentin. He sacrificed himself on a mission abroad a few years ago. Before he died, he asked me to look after his parents and sister."
They had a bond forged in life-and-death situations, so Andrew treated Layla like a sister.
When he confirmed that Layla's condition wasn't psychological, he helped find several doctors, though none were effective or could diagnose the cause.
It wasn't until he heard about Olivia's skills in the military district that he thought of asking for her help.
Olivia nodded in understanding, thinking it was good.
Andrew helped treat Bianca, and she helped treat Layla.
In a way, it balanced out.
Of course, once Bianca fully recovered, she would still pay for his psychological treatment services, not taking advantage of him.
As they chatted, they arrived at Olivia's apartment complex.
Bianca had been in Andrew's arms since they went to the White Villa and had fallen asleep, clutching his shirt tightly.
Olivia felt a bit guilty and quickly leaned over to take Bianca back. Bianca seemed to sense it and clutched tighter.
Olivia found it amusing and tried to pry her little hand away.
In the process, she lightly touched Andrew, feeling it was inappropriate despite the fabric between them, so she quickly withdrew her hand.
At that moment, she realized they were quite close, and his pleasant, cool scent was right there, filling her senses.
Olivia was momentarily unsure what to do, afraid of offending him.
Andrew noticed and calmly said, "Let me..."
He gently pried Bianca's fingers open, and she finally let go, returning to Olivia's arms.
After securing Bianca, Olivia thanked Andrew again before saying goodbye and getting out of the car.
The luxurious Bentley quickly disappeared into the evening sunset.
Olivia watched the car drive away before turning to head inside, only to bump into Evelyn, who was peeking around curiously.
"What are you doing?" Olivia asked, amused.
Evelyn walked over, her face full of gossip, "Who was in that car? I thought it was Daniel, but it seems it's not his car... I saw Bianca in his arms, and that figure, wow, long legs!"
Olivia tapped her on the head, "Stop drooling! That's the psychologist we've been looking for!"
"What? The mysterious big shot? How did you meet him? You hadn't seen him before, right?"
Evelyn was delighted and curious. They had gone through a lot to find his information.
If it weren't for Daniel introducing Joseph, they would still be searching aimlessly. Now that they met, Bianca's recovery seemed within reach.
Olivia pondered for a few seconds before explaining the events at the kindergarten, including how Andrew stepped in to help.
Evelyn was furious, cursing Michael again, "That man is disgusting. Skipping his daughter's school event to attend his mistress's son's meeting, what's wrong with him?"
Olivia didn't want to dwell on him, "Forget it, it's over. Let's not talk about it."
"Alright, not talking about it, bad luck!"
Evelyn then marveled, "Mr. White and Mr. Hamilton are truly good people! Thanks to them, Bianca's performance was a success! By the way, tell me, is Mr. Hamilton handsome? That presence, so dignified, he must be a hunk, right? How old is he? Does he have a girlfriend?"