Olivia's Worries

"You should eat first," said Olivia, who was arranging food for Zayden. By now, Zayden had been moved to the presidential suite inpatient room. The room was larger and very luxurious. It didn't look like a hospital room.

Zayden, who was sitting on a gurney, watched Olivia, who had been busy taking care of him since he woke up yesterday. The woman turned a tray toward Zayden and placed it on the table that had been set up.

"Eat," Olivia said, smiling at the sight of Zayden in front of her.

Instead of picking up a spoon, the man stroked Olivia's jaw.

"You're okay, right?" Zayden asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," Olivia replied.

"This is Jonathan's problem. Are you really okay?" Zayden asked.

Olivia was silent there, the look in her eyes clearly showing a deep sadness that she couldn't express in words.

"I know this must be really hard for you," Zayden added.

"Yes, it's quite hard and I'm devastated," Olivia murmured. "After all this time, we've only met and said hello now. And in that short time,