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?”

know me

“Nick? The usual?”

Nick nodded. “Extra pickles.”

twenty,” Ethan promised,

to me. “You should call

Alexander. “Already

shot up. “Seriously? That’s…

can be decent,” I said, surprising myself with how defensive I

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really like this guy,

with

“Love usually is.”

saved from responding by a nurse approaching us. “Morgan family? Dr. Weaver

exchanged glances. This must be the

I said to the nurse. “Our brother just

said, gesturing down the hall. “Your

her to a room with a round table and several chairs. Mom was already there, looking small

you heard anything?” she asked as we

coming to talk to us,” I explained, sitting

entered. He wore a pristine white coat with “Dr. Marcus Weaver,

mother’s hand. “I’m Dr. Weaver.

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

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

hand tighten in

coronary artery disease,” Dr. Weaver continued. “Three of his major arteries

Mom asked, her

don’t want to wait. The sooner we operate, the better his chances for

I repeated, my heart racing. “That’s

high

smelled of fresh bread and deli meat.

I miss?” he

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