The Beginning Of All Sins

Naomi was deep in thought about what Tyler had said before she asked, "Are you planning to keep Olivia at home for her treatment?" "Why else?"Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Naomi felt a sharp pang in her heart as if struck by a hammer. She explained, "I'm really concerned about her, Tyler. Will your family be okay with this arrangement? I think it might be better if she stays with us. My parents and I are here, and she knows our house well. Being in a strange place might make her feel worse."

"No. If she doesn't improve at my place, I'll keep trying until she's better," Tyler stated firmly.

Naomi felt stuck, unable to express everything she wanted to. After a moment, she barely whispered, "Okay."

It was unclear who ended the call first. The line went dead as she set down the phone.

"What did he say?" Hillary asked anxiously.

"He's brought her home to get better," Naomi replied.

"What?" Hillary was shocked.

"He's taken her home," Naomi repeated.

This news was a bad sign. Hillary was almost stomping her feet in panic. "How did this happen?" she exclaimed.

Naomi's expression was blank, overcome by the situation.

The next morning, Olivia's therapist, Stephen Carr, made a visit.

Ana, Maisy, and Keith watched from the living room as he hurried upstairs. The second floor was off-limits now. Apart from Stephen and Olivia's nurse, Alisa, no one else was allowed up there.

The rest were too frightened to go upstairs. Now, they thought of Olivia as unpredictable, unsure of what she might do.

Stephen found Olivia in her room, sitting on the bed and hugging her knees. Tyler was there too, still in the same clothes as yesterday. One could tell that he wasn't doing well since their return from the hospital.

Observing her closely to tailor his treatment, Stephen noted her reactions while Tyler sat quietly by, watching Olivia follow Alisa's instructions obediently, like a puppet.

"She seems to be doing better than two days ago," Stephen remarked.

Tyler had noticed as well. Just

yesterday, Olivia only let Alisa come

close occasionally, but today, she

was actively engaging with her tasks.

"What should we do?" Tyler asked.

"It's best if you keep some distance for now. Let her get used to everyone again. We need to take this slowly," Stephen advised.

"We'll continue counseling her, addressing her memory and speech loss," Stephen added.

"Thank you," Tyler said, nodding.

Stephen then showed Olivia an apple. "Do you know what this is, Mrs. Harris?" he asked, trying to gauge her ability to speak. Olivia didn't react to the apple.

Stephen carefully watched her expression.

"It's an apple, ma'am. Your favorite. Don't you remember?" Alisa gently prompted her.

Olivia just stared at it quietly.

"Do you recognize him?" Stephen pointed to Tyler, sitting beside the bed.