The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Olivia

Ethan arrived around noon, his face flushed and hair slightly disheveled. It was clear he had driven straight from his apartment the moment Nick’s call had come through, barely giving himself a moment to catch his breath.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, dropping his backpack by the waiting room chairs. “Traffic was insane, and my phone died halfway

here.”

I stood up, wrapping my arms around him in a tight embrace. “You’re here now, and that’s all that matters,” I whispered, feeling a slight sense of relief wash over me as I held onto him.

“How is he?” Ethan asked, pulling back to look at me.

“Stable,” Nick answered from his chair. “They’re running tests. Should know more soon.”

Ethan nodded, then seemed to notice my appearance for the first time. “You look like hell, Liv.”

“Thanks,” I said dryly. “That’s exactly what every woman wants to hear.”

“I just meant—”

“I know what you meant,” I interrupted, smiling to soften my words. “I’ve been here since six this morning.”

“Have you eaten anything?” Ethan asked, always the one to worry about practical matters despite being the youngest.

I shook my head. “Not hungry.”

“Well, I am,” Nick announced, standing up and stretching. “Cafeteria run. Who’s in?”

“God, no,” Ethan grimaced. “Hospital food is worse than my dining hall. There’s a deli across the street. I’ll go grab sandwiches.”

“My hero,” I said,-placing a hand over my heart dramatically.

Ethan grinned. “Turkey on wheat for you?”

me so

“Nick? The usual?”

Nick nodded. “Extra pickles.”

Ethan promised, heading toward the

me. “You should call your boyfriend. Let him

applied to Alexander.

“Seriously? That’s… actually really decent of

said, surprising myself with

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Nick said, studying me. “You really like this guy,

looked away, uncomfortable with the question. “It’s

“Love usually is.”

family? Dr. Weaver will be with you shortly to discuss David

and I exchanged glances. This must be

I said to the nurse. “Our brother just went to get

she said, gesturing down the hall. “Your brother can join you there when he

and

anything?” she

to talk to us,” I explained, sitting beside her and taking her

with salt–and–pepper hair entered. He wore a pristine

mother’s hand. “I’m Dr. Weaver. I’ve

my children, Nicholas and Olivia,” Mom said. “Our youngest, Ethan, will be here

the table. “I’ve reviewed your husband’s test results and consulted with

Mom’s hand

artery disease,” Dr. Weaver continued. “Three of

asked, her

afternoon,” Dr. Weaver replied. “I don’t want to wait. The sooner we operate, the

repeated, my heart racing.

father is at high risk

walked in, carrying a paper bag that smelled of fresh bread and deli meat. He froze when he saw

did I miss?” he

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