The Beginning Of All Sins

The room was filled with an eerie silence. In the room were the doctor, Tyler, Mrs. Jones, and Darren, all wearing solemn expressions.

Naomi, lying on the bed, had tears in her eyes, and despair filled her face.

The doctor spoke with a grave tone, “We’re hopeful, but it’s just the beginning. Although Naomi has overcome the crisis, her road ahead is uncertain. She can’t live much longer without a bone marrow transplant or cord blood infusion.”

Tyler remained silent for a long moment before addressing the doctor, “We understand. You may leave now.”

The doctor left the room, leaving the others in solemn contemplation.

Olivia, standing near the door, spoke up softly, “W–What’s going on?”

Tyler’s gaze shifted to Olivia upon hearing her voice.

Driven by instinct, Olivia stepped closer to the bed. However, to everyone’s surprise, Mrs. Jones suddenly dropped to her knees before Olivia, wailing at the top of her lungs, “Save your sister, Olivia!

The sudden act of kneeling shocked Olivia, and Tyler observed the scene with a cold expression.

Mrs. Jones didn’t care about anything else; all she wanted was for Olivia to help save Naomi. Clutching Olivia’s clothes, she implored, “Naomi can’t wait any longer. Why don’t you do IVF? I know it’s torturous, but it’s the quickest option.”

Naomi protested, “Mom, what are you saying? Olivia isn’t a tool for me. You can’t force her into this!”

But Mrs. Jones remained unyielding, her desperation apparent. She begged, “The doctor mentioned that cord blood could save Naomi too. I’m begging you, Olivia!” She shook Olivia intensely, leaving

her bewildered.

Naomi intervened, “This is my life, Mom. You can’t impose this on Olivia. How young she is! How can you ask her to undergo IVF when she’s so young?” Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

The idea of countless needles and potential pain associated with IVF was daunting.

Mrs. Jones sobbed, “But what other options do we have now? She can’t get pregnant. Tyler and Olivia need to speed things up!” Her words felt like an uncomfortable truth laid bare, causing uneasiness among those present.

Mrs. Jones seemed to have another idea and grabbed Olivia again, her actions bordering on hysteria.” Olivia, why don’t you move in with Tyler for a month? If you still can’t get pregnant by then, we’ll proceed with IVF.”

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Olivia felt like a rag doll in Mrs. Jones’s grasp, as if she were about to be torn apart.

Meanwhile, Tyler’s expression darkened as he watched Mrs. Jones’s irrational behavior from the

sidelines.

Mrs. Jones then turned to Naomi, as if seeking her approval. “What do you think, Naomi? Let them live together before Olivia tries IVE.”

Naomi fell silent. In the face of death, desires burned Intensely. She shuddered before turning her gaze toward Tyler, on the verge of tears.

Tyler met her gaze. “Naomi, do you not find this ridiculous?”

Of course, Naomi understood the absurdity of the situation, but she felt trapped with limited options. She looked at Tyler for a prolonged moment before finally saying, “If you’re against it… we can try

IVF.”

IVF carried certain risks, including potential complications from medications and added risk to endometrial cancer during embryo transfer, although the risk was relatively low.

Tyler said coldly, “Naomi!”