The Beginning Of All Sins

The clinic fell silent once Sophia left, with only the sound of the curtains swaying in the wind.

Olivia looked visibly distressed, keeping her head down.

Tyler asked, “When did you start vomiting?

She knew she couldn’t avoid this conversation any longer. She closed her eyes, her voice barely audible. “Two days ago.”

He continued in a cold, indifferent tone, “Do you feel unwell apart from that?”

“I haven’t had my period this month.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Let’s go to the hospital for a check–up,” he suggested.

She looked down and agreed softly, “Okay.”

He bent down slightly and asked, “Can you

you walk?”

“Yes.” As she tried to get off the bed, she became unsteady on her feet, and he quickly reached out to support her.

She panicked when she fell into his embrace. They were in school, after all. However, he promptly released her and only held her arm. He asked while looking down, “Are you standing steadily now?”

She responded so quietly that it was almost inaudible.

He drove her from the school, and as they made their way, Olivia’s mind was filled with a whirlwind of thoughts. She couldn’t determine if she felt relieved, weighed down, or devastated.

Meanwhile, Tyler, who was driving, glanced at her face in the rearview mirror and appeared upset after that quick observation. He then shifted his gaze away, focusing on the road. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

In silence, they arrived at the hospital. Tyler accompanied her through a series of check–ups. During this time, he went to the smoking area at a distance to have a cigarette.

Olivia stood alone, unsure of his feelings. She stole a glance at him from where she stood. All she could see was his emotionless profile.

Her heart pounded like distant thunder.

Tyler took nearly ten minutes to finish smoking. When he returned and stood in front of her, she asked, “Should we tell Naomi?”

He responded coldly, “Let’s wait for the report.”

Her face remained pale, almost transparent, as she looked fatigued. “You and Naomi will be relieved if I’m really pregnant.”

Tyler continued to stare at her, his expression unreadable.

Chaque 23

After about five minutes, the doctor emerged from the examination room.

Olivia stood there tensely, unable to muster the courage to approach. She was afraid to hear the doctor’s verdict.

Tyler went up to the doctor and asked flatly, “How is it?”

The doctor held the report and replied, “She’s not pregnant. She has gastroenteritis and excessive mental stress.”

Upon hearing the doctor’s words, Olivia’s body relaxed, and she opened her eyes.