The morning passed peacefully. They had breakfast together, shared a few ordinary words, and then both went off to the office. Nothing felt unusual, no sign of the storm that was waiting ahead.
It was late in the evening when Lily finally returned. Claire dropped her at the entrance, waving goodbye. Lily thought all she wanted now was to go inside, lie down on her bed, and finally let her body rest. The day had been long, her head heavy from the endless meetings.
But her peace was cut short the moment she stepped out of the elevator.
Her eyes instantly caught a tall figure standing right at her door. He was leaning against the wall, his eyes shut as if he had fallen asleep while standing there. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, and his face looked pale, drawn with exhaustion.
Lily’s heart skipped. She didn’t want to notice him, didn’t want to care, but her gaze lingered. His face looked like he hadn’t rested, though just yesterday, when she saw him, he seemed perfectly fine.
Her tiredness twisted into irritation. She marched toward him with sharp steps.
“What the hell are you doing here?” her voice sliced through the air, full of anger. “How did you even find out where I live?”
David jolted awake at her sudden voice. His eyes opened, fixing on her for a moment before he let out a long sigh. He rubbed his temple as if he carried a heavy headache.
“Lily… Mum is in the hospital,” he said quietly.
Her heart thumped hard in her chest, anxiety rushing in. “Mum? What happened to her?”
No matter how broken things were between her and David, she couldn’t ignore Olivia. She had never known motherly love, but since her marriage, Olivia had been there for her, every step, every time.
“She got a heart attack,” David said flatly.
Lily’s lips trembled. “How is she now?”
“She’s out of danger,” he answered, his voice heavy. “But the doctor warned us—she must not be given any stress.”
He paused, his eyes searching hers. “She wants to see you.”
Lily’s eyes darkened immediately. The truth struck her—he was using Olivia, the only person in his family she truly cared about, to drag her back.
“I’m not going back,” she said coldly. Her hand moved to the door handle. “Since you already have another woman carrying your child, she should be the one taking care of your mother now. After all, that child is her grandchild. So go back. I’m not going.”

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