The Beginning Of All Sins

Mrs. Jones pleaded, “Tyler, you love Naomi so much. Can you beer to watch her diete

Naomi cast her gaze downward, unable to meet Tyler’s eyes. Tears streamed down her face as the hugged her own body.

Tyler, with a mixture of sorrow and anger in his eyes, eventually locked away from Naomi He suppressed his emotions, falling into a prolonged silence.

Finally, driven by his love for Naomi, he consented to the plan. “IVF takes too long. This is about Naomi. Even if we’re seeking help, we need to ensure Olivia’s safety. Naturally, we’ll need her agreement for this.”

In truth, Naomi had hoped Tyler would agree to IVF. She never expected him to choose the alternative. Was he blaming her for proposing such a drastic solution?

Lost in her thoughts, she remained silent.

Tyler paid no attention to Naomi’s inner turmoil. Instead, he turned his gaze to Olivia. “It’s your choice, Olivia. You have the right to say no.”

Mrs. Jones still knelt on the ground, her eyes pleading with Olivia. As for Darren, he was crying in desperation too.

All eyes were fixed on Olivia, waiting for her decision. But did she really have a choice? From the beginning, it seemed she had none.

Trembling and clenching her fists, Olivia was cornered.

Tyler patiently awaited her answer.

Five agonizing minutes later, Olivia finally found her voice, her body trembling. “Do I have to choose?

No one responded; they merely waited.

Mrs. Jones looked hopeful, as if she had staked all her hopes of saving Naomi on Olivia.

Olivia’s lips quivered, and she struggled to find words. She felt as though she had no escape. Naomi and her father were silently pleading with her, adding to the overwhelming pressure.

Tyler, on the other hand, remained emotionless, seemingly wishing for the matter to be concluded if she declined.

“You must save your sister, Olivia,” Mrs. Jones implored, clutching Olivia’s hands with humility.. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Seeing Olivia’s continued silence, Naomi sobbed, “Stop pressuring her, Mom.”

“Okay,” Olivia managed to say. “Fine, it’s your decision, as long as I can get pregnant.

Naomi collapsed onto the bed as if her spirit had been drained from her.

For Mrs. Jones, whether it was IVF or living together, the method didn’t matter as long as Olivia could

conceive.

“Then we’ll wait for one more month. If you’re not pregnant by then, you’ll proceed with IVF, agreed, Olivia?” Mrs. Jones asked, hoping that Olivia could conceive naturally. IVF carried certain risks to the

child’s health.

Choked with emotion, Olivia replied, “Okay.”

Mrs. Jones breathed a sigh of relief and slumped to the floor.

Tyler looked at her indifferently after hearing that.

Olivia felt as though she were being tossed about like a speck of sand by the ocean’s waves. She avoided making eye contact with Tyler, who stood across from her.

“Since it’s settled, I’ll take good care of Olivia,” Tyler stated flatly, leaving Naomi unsure whether to be happy or sad about his words. She lay on the bed as if she had lost her strength.

Olivia didn’t know if they were fighting. She thought there seemed to be a hidden meaning in what he said, but all she could do was remain silent.