Chapter 208: Sight Loss

Olive tossed the phone to Pamela and left. Pamela froze, furious. She hadn't expected Olive's reaction to the video. Scoffing, Pamela went to check on her mother.

After leaving the hospital, Olive called North. North's voice, soft and reassuring, answered swiftly, "Olive, I've already sent the old man to the hospital. Bodyguards are watching him constantly. Don't worry. I'm here, too."

A wave of warmth washed over Olive. "North, thank you. I won't come over tonight; Pamela might have sent someone to follow me."

"No problem, Olly. There are doctors and caregivers. The old man is recovering well. You can go on with your Mr. Augustine."

Hearing Elvis's name, Olive bowed her head. North, her longtime best friend, immediately sensed the shift in Olive's mood. "Olive, is something wrong?"

Olive nodded, eyes downcast. "Yes."

"It's normal for a husband and wife to quarrel, but don't let it linger," North advised. "To prevent Pamela and others from exploiting your disagreements, I suggest you coax your husband tenderly. Dote on him. That way, you'll hold him firmly, and no one can take him away."

Olive chuckled. "North, last I checked, you don't have a boyfriend. How do you know so much?"

"I came to this earth to study men," North muttered, laughing softly.

Olive's mood lifted; she knew North was teasing. But then, her vision blurred, and darkness fell. "North, I'll head home. Talk later."

"Okay, girl." North hung up.

Olive pocketed her phone, concealing her condition from North, fearing her friend's reaction. Her eyes were blind; the world plunged into darkness. Panic surged. She stood still, frozen.

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Chapter 308: Sight Loss

Quickly retrieving her phone, she instinctively dialed Elvis. His low, magnetic voice answered, "Hello?"

Olive gripped her phone tightly. "Mr. Augustine, it's me. Are you still at the company? Can you pick me up?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm at Blueberry Hospital."

Soon, a Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped. The window slid down, revealing Elvis. He was dressed in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up, his noble bearing evident.

He saw Olive across the road, in a dark red sweater and black pants, her long hair falling freely. "Mr. Augustine?" she called.

He stared, reluctant to look away, but said coldly, "I don't have time. Go home yourself."

"Mr. Augustine, I—" He hung up before she could finish. He had to; her voice bewitched him. A message from Marvin appeared on his screen: Olive was poisoned and needed to go to Imperial immediately.

Elvis leaned back, his handsome face grim. He'd filed for divorce. Then, a shout pierced the air: "Get out of the way!"

Elvis saw a scooter heading straight for Olive. The driver's shout was meant to startle her, but she remained frozen. Elvis's eyes widened. Before he could think, he opened his car door and ran.

A passing woman pulled Olive out of the scooter's path. "Girl, be careful!"

The scooter sped away. Elvis stopped short, his heart pounding, relieved that she was unharmed, but he remained at a distance, watching.

"Thank you, ma'am," Olive said gratefully to the woman. The woman shook her head and scolded, "This is a road! It's dangerous to stand here. You could be hit!"

"I know, ma'am. I... I can't see anymore."

Elvis's body went numb. Her words echoed in his ears. Her sight was gone. He approached her. Her pupils were clear, but her eyes lacked recognition. She truly couldn't see.