After saying all this, Adam Ross stood unmoving with his hands crossed over his chest.
There was not any apparent emotion on his face, he just watched the man in pain on the ground, as if waiting for him to make a decision.
A long time later, Oliver Hudson’s emotions finally stabilized.
He leaned against the wall to stand up, his gaze filled with suppressed intense emotions.
Adam Ross looked at him with some amusement, and murmured, "Big brother, I’ve never seen you before."
So disheveled, so painful, and so helpless.
All of this in the past seemed to be in stark contrast to the name Oliver Hudson, even now seeing it with his own eyes, Adam Ross felt a hint of shock.
The word love truly is unsolvable.
Oliver Hudson gave a bitter smile, his voice a gentle murmur, "Adam, the child..."
Knowing what he wanted to ask, Adam Ross paused briefly before answering, "She is a very adorable little girl, Charlotte Thompson has raised her very well, her name is Olivia Thompson."
Oliver Hudson repeated this name several times, the dullness in his eyes seemed to be tinged with light, growing brighter by inches.
He could never believe, that there would come a day when he would become a father.
Remembering what Charlotte Thompson had just said, his emotions were complicated.
Adam Ross patiently waited for his response, seeing the sudden determination flashing in the man’s eyes, he heard Oliver Hudson slowly speak.
"Adam, take me to see her."
Olivia Thompson had been keeping an eye on the noise outside the door, when she saw Annie Anne being wheeled out of the room, she quietly snuck out of the room after Charlotte walked into Annie’s hospital room.
The little girl didn’t have many signs of sadness on her face, she stood quietly next to Charlotte, tip-toeing to look at the unconscious Annie Anne.
The woman on the bed had become horribly haggard in just a few short hours, already changed into hospital clothes.
She had a few minutes of lucidity but didn’t speak, she merely stared blankly at the white ceiling.
Charlotte didn’t have the heart to watch her and turned her head away.
A few minutes later, Annie Anne closed her eyes heavily.
Her long eyelashes cast a shadow beneath her eyes, the corners were slightly red.
Her eyes were filled with a tired black, as if she hadn’t rested day and night, unbelievably fatigued.
Olivia Thompson stared at her intently, her eyes slightly moist,
the four-year-old little girl quietly moved a chair forward and sat down, extending her small hand towards Annie Anne’s hand that was laying weakly on the bed.
Then she tried her best to hold onto Annie Anne’s hand, which felt as cold as ice,
Charlotte caught her breath, gently she walked forward, pulled a chair, and sat next to Olivia Thompson, a sense of heartache flooding her. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel·fıre·net
She could only hope that Annie Anne, would get better soon.
Just as she was lost in thought, a light click came from the tightly shut hospital room door.
The somewhat cold wind outside snuck in, Charlotte and Olivia instinctively lifted their heads to look outside.
Seeing Oliver Hudson standing frozen by the door, Charlotte’s face instantly turned cold.
She didn’t stand up, her words contained an obvious threat, "Oliver Hudson, what are you doing here?"
Oliver Hudson didn’t move, seeing Annie Anne who looked lifeless on the bed, obvious pain flashed through his eyes.
Olivia Thompson sat up straight, her face expressionless as she looked at him.
Just now, when she was squatting in the room to watch the corridor, she had already deduced something from the conversation between Oliver Hudson and Charlotte Thompson. She had a vague feeling in her heart.
Her biological father, was standing just a few meters away from her at this moment,