Not far away, Olivia sat in her car and ordered, “Follow him.”
“Olivia, isn’t this a bit inappropriate?” her assistant said hesitantly. The car had been borrowed, and Olivia had tasked her with finding an inconspicuous vehicle for surveillance. “You know I’m not great at driving. What if we get caught?”
“So what if we get caught? What can he do to me?” Olivia crossed her arms angrily. “I’ve given so much for him. Now I’m being called a mistress by everyone, and I’m even carrying his child. Yet here he is, chasing after other women. How can I forgive him?”
The assistant pursed her lips, thinking to herself, *You’re the one who became a mistress in the first place.*
But she dared not say it out loud.
She drove after Scott Henry’s car and soon saw him stop outside a bar. Shortly after, a young woman approached, and the two entered the bar together.
This particular bar was a themed lounge with spending limits, and the parking lot was filled with luxury cars.
The woman chatted and laughed with Scott Henry, whose face showed a relaxed expression Olivia had never seen before.
That radiance—he had never shown it when he was with her.
Olivia was both furious and heartbroken. She stormed out of the car and grabbed Scott Henry’s arm angrily.
“What are you doing here?”
Scott Henry froze, frowning. “Olivia? What are you doing here?”
“If I hadn’t come, how would I know you’re out here fooling around with another woman?” Olivia turned to the woman, stunned. “Kim Brown? Aren’t you trying to seduce Livinus? Why are you now after my man?”
Kim Brown was just as surprised. She hadn’t expected such a misunderstanding.
She and Scott Henry were merely drinking buddies. Both of them had relationship troubles—Livinus ignored her, and Scott Henry , despite his affairs, clearly had an unhappy marriage. They had bonded over drinks and decided to hang out together, never expecting Olivia to find them and cause such a scene.
Kim Brown explained, “You’ve misunderstood. We’re just here to have a drink.”
“A drink? With someone else’s man? Do you have no shame?” Olivia snapped, gritting her teeth. “He’s my man! The father of my child! You should know to avoid such situations. Besides, isn’t your blind date his uncle, Livinus? Don’t you feel any shame?”
Kim Brown, who had been pampered her whole life, had never faced such accusations. She sneered coldly.
“Someone else’s man? As far as I remember, Scott Henry is divorced. You’re not even married to him, so how is he your man?”
Olivia was speechless for a moment.
“And let’s not forget, you’re the one who stole him from Sophia in the first place. What now? Have you forgotten already?”
This statement struck a nerve, not just with Olivia but with everyone nearby, including Olivia’s assistant, who couldn’t help but silently cheer.
Well said!
“You…” Olivia was so angry that she raised her hand to strike Kim Brown. But Kim Brown wasn’t one to be bullied. While she appeared gentle on the surface, she was far from weak.
She grabbed Olivia’s hand and pushed her away. “I warn you to watch yourself! Or I’ll expose you to the media!”
People had started to watch. Olivia, though furious, didn’t dare cause a more significant scene. Celebrities feared scandals more than anything. Clutching her stomach, she said:
“Henry, my stomach hurts, and my leg does too.”
Scott Henry froze, not expecting things to escalate like this.
And this time, Olivia wasn’t pretending. She had twisted her ankle earlier due to her high heels; now, her ankle was red and swollen. Coupled with her clutching her stomach, she genuinely looked unwell.
Alarmed, Scott Henry immediately drove her to the hospital.
After registration and X-rays, the doctor glanced at Olivia.
“Are you pregnant?”
Her baby bump was still small, but she nodded. “Yes.”
“Well, this is tricky. Your ankle is twisted quite severely and might require a minor surgical procedure, which would involve anesthesia.”
“What?” Olivia’s face turned pale.
Her concern wasn’t for the baby but for her leg.
For a celebrity, their body is everything. Especially their legs, which were always on display in gowns and dresses. If she ended up with a scar, not only would it be unattractive, but it would also limit her opportunities. She couldn’t take such a risk.
Scott Henry frowned. “She’s pregnant; there’s no way she can have anesthesia!”
“Some pregnant women have endured injuries, and even childbirth, without anesthesia.”
The thought of such pain made even the doctor wince.”Doctor, is it possible to endure the pain without anesthesia?”
“It’s possible, but it’ll hurt. Imagine cutting yourself with a knife and see if you can bear it.”
“No! I’m not doing the surgery!” Olivia panicked and shook her head. “I can’t do the surgery. If I do, there will be a scar on my ankle, and it won’t look good!”
