That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies

Watching his departing figure, Olivia sat in her seat for a while longer before slowly standing up.

As soon as she stood, she felt a wave of dizziness, likely a physical reaction to the stress.

Olivia steadied herself by holding onto the seat in front of her and carefully disembarked from the plane.

Throughout the journey, her body felt uncomfortable, and her stomach ached with sharp pains.

Once inside the airport, Olivia quickly headed towards the restroom.

“Hey!” A passerby dragging a suitcase was bumped by her and grumbled impatiently.

Olivia suppressed her discomfort and hastily bowed to the man in apology before straightening up and rushing towards the restroom with her hand over her mouth.

Not far away, Victor suddenly heard a commotion behind him. Instinctively, he turned around and saw Olivia hunched over, running towards the restroom.

Seeing this, Victor’s eyes darkened, and he quickly followed her.

Despite Olivia’s consistently cold attitude towards him, Victor couldn’t help but worry when he saw her in distress.

Watching Olivia run into the ladies’ restroom, Victor stopped abruptly, frowning deeply as he stood outside. He could hear the sounds of retching from inside, as if she was trying to expel everything from her stomach.

Inside, Olivia was leaning against the wall, her fingers turning white from gripping it so tightly, vomiting uncontrollably.

The earlier situation had made her extremely nervous, and combined with the turbulence of the flight, her stomach was in severe discomfort.

Perhaps the feeling of nervousness had suppressed it initially, but once off the plane, the discomfort in her stomach surged up belatedly.

After what felt like an eternity of vomiting, Olivia finally began to recover.

As she straightened up, she felt a wave of darkness before her eyes and nearly collapsed.

Olivia rested in the restroom for a while longer before slowly making her way out, supporting herself against the wall.

“What happened?”

Victor’s voice suddenly sounded beside her ear.

Olivia paused in her steps and hesitantly looked up at him.

Seeing the worried man in front of her, she felt confused.

Hadn’t he already left? Why was he back? And why did he have to see her in such a miserable state?

Thinking of this, Olivia forced herself to remove her hand from the wall and smiled at him nonchalantly. “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Leer. It was just some turbulence on the plane. I got a bit airsick. I’ll be fine after vomiting.”

Victor stared at her face suspiciously.

Olivia had just recovered from fear and then vomited so much that her face was deathly pale.

Her claim that she’d be fine after vomiting carried no credibility.

Olivia still felt weak but didn’t want to lean against the wall in front of Victor. She braced herself, hoping he would leave soon.

After a while, Victor showed no intention of leaving.

Unable to bear it any longer, Olivia spoke up. “If there’s nothing else, Mr. Leer, you should head back.”

Victor raised an eyebrow. “When I leave is none of your concern, Miss Prescott.”

Olivia choked on her words but had to admit this fact.

Judging by his demeanor, if she didn’t leave first, they might both end up standing there indefinitely.

With this thought, Olivia gritted her teeth and tried to walk past him.

However, her legs were too weak. As soon as she lifted her foot, she nearly lost her balance and fell.

In a panic, Olivia reached out to grab the wall but instead touched a firm arm.