Chapter 99

The moment Catlin saw Chris, frustration and anguish overwhelmed her. "Chris, Olivia is in so much pain."

Chris had replaced Olivia's entire medical team with his own specialists, some of the best in the field. Yet, perhaps because of Doctors Allison and Macro's reputations, Catlin felt their involvement could alleviate Olivia's suffering. The probability of success didn't matter; even a small reduction in Olivia's agony was worth pursuing. Each time she witnessed Olivia's pain, Catlin's resolve to secure Allison and Macro's assistance intensified.

Chris frowned, exhaling in frustration. "I know." He silently questioned how Olivia could not be in pain, given her condition.

Catlin pleaded, "You have to get Macro and Allison on board. I'm really worried, Chris. I'm scared Olivia won't make it through another bout of this pain." Each episode of agony fueled her terror that Olivia wouldn't survive.

Chris replied, "Even if Macro and Allison step in, their treatment plan wouldn't be much different." He believed Olivia's condition was too severe to avoid pain entirely.

"No, they're better," Catlin insisted. "They have the skills and reputation. I know they can make it easier for her. Chris, I'm begging you; find a way. I know you can. Stephanie is heartless; she refuses to budge." Stephanie's stubbornness infuriated her.

Chris froze. At the mention of Stephanie's name, a shadow crossed his eyes. Catlin continued speaking, but he no longer listened.

"Chris? Chris!" Noticing his silence, Catlin frowned. He was lost in thought. She repeated his name several times before he returned to the present.

"You have to find a way to bring Allison and Macro back for her surgery," she urged. "Olivia's body can't take the current treatment. It's unbearable." Her voice trembled with emotion.

Chris sighed. "Okay, I got it. I'll go check on Olivia first."

"Alright, go," Catlin nodded, her worry evident.

Chris turned towards Olivia's room. After a moment's hesitation, Catlin followed, continuing to press the issue of Macro and Allison.

Meanwhile, in the hospital room, Olivia, pale and weak, stared at her phone as an unfamiliar number flashed across the screen. Her chest tightened. Turning to her caregiver, she said, "That's enough for now. You can go."

"Yes, Miss Hart," the caregiver replied, ceasing her leg massage and respectfully exiting the room.

Alone, Olivia answered the call. "Hello?"

"It's me," a deep, middle-aged male voice answered. Almost three years had passed since the car accident, and this man had vanished. His voice caused a sharp pain in her chest. "Why are you calling me?" Their business had been settled with money; the deal was finalized. This unexpected call instilled unease. Her fears were confirmed by his next words: "I need money."