Chapter 414: Loving you is the best thing I’ve ever done

Alpha narrowed his deep eyes. He knew this couldn't be concealed; Elvis's investigation would soon uncover him. Everyone said his son was his mirror image, from business acumen to decisive action. Olive's recent activities, coupled with Elvis's own inquiries, had undoubtedly yielded significant information. While not definitively incriminating, the subtle discrepancies and unfamiliar details would fuel Elvis's suspicions. What exactly was his son suspecting?

Alpha studied Elvis's deep, troubled gaze. Outwardly calm, Elvis's handsome brows were nonetheless etched with a dark frown. His son had matured; Alpha could no longer fully fathom his heart. Elvis laughed. “Dad, what are you trying to hide? I’m suspicious.”

Alpha coldly replied, “Then investigate. When you know the truth, you can talk to me.”

Elvis clenched his fists, feeling Alpha's actions less like paternal guidance and more like a harsh lesson in what it means to be a father. He looked at Olive. Everyone awaited her choice: herself or Marvin. Elvis hesitated, his fist clenching and unclenching, before finally letting her decide.

Olive, without hesitation, continued treating Marvin, extracting the black liquid poison. She chose Marvin.

“Professor Hart!” Elle exclaimed sadly.

Olive calmly replied, “Elle, you see this as a choice, but for me, it was never an option. As a doctor, the operation continues until its natural conclusion, unless we fall on the operating table.”

The onlookers were amazed. The girl in the white coat remained composed, angelic in her calm focus. Quickly, the toxins were expelled. With a final insertion of the golden needle, Marvin's heartbeat, strong and life-affirming, registered on the monitor.

“Professor Hart, the poison is removed.” “Professor Hart, his heartbeat is normal.” “Professor Hart, all vitals are normal.”

“Professor Hart, congratulations! The surgery was a success!”

Elle and the researchers excitedly confirmed the successful treatment. Mrs. Robert wept with joy, Damien comforting her. Everyone present, having experienced Olive's skill firsthand, felt the overwhelming relief and shared the tears.

Elvis felt a wave of relief. This girl, who he perceived as capricious, flirtatious, and vain, revealed a depth of character he hadn’t known. In her white coat, she was astounding and inspiring. She was his, even though she chose Marvin. His gaze remained fixed on her, unwilling to let her go.

Marvin slowly opened his eyes.

“Marvin!” Lily cried out.

Marvin’s eyes, initially dazed, gradually sharpened. He scanned the room, settling on Olive’s face. In a hoarse voice, he whispered, “Olive.”

Olive gently took his hand. “Yes, Marvin, I’m here.”

“I had a long dream…”

“Just a dream,” Olive reassured him. “You’re awake now. The poison is gone, but recovery will take time. A medical sabbatical abroad would be ideal. I’ve arranged a private jet. I look forward to seeing you stronger next time.”

Marvin’s pale face softened as he saw her “Professor Hart” identification card. He smiled faintly. Olive smiled back, knowing he was truly back. He clasped her hand. “Olive, loving you is the best thing I’ve ever done.”

Olive smiled softly. “Marvin, while I can’t return your love, you’ll always be my friend, as precious as anyone else.”

Marvin understood: “anyone else” meant Elvis. He occupied a space in her heart reserved for those she would fight to save. A friend—that was enough. He released her hand.

“Professor Hart, goodbye,” Marvin said.

Olive waved. “Scholar Augustine, goodbye.”

Marvin left. Jean scoffed. “Olive, you saved him, but missed your chance to save yourself. Think about yourself.”