Olivia Sparks

Their meal service continued without a glitch, the group sending jabs on Ollie's way each time they could. By the time dessert came, Ava had to be the knight in shining armor, shielding her husband from the bullies in the room, threatening them with her beady eyes and her fork.

It was enough to silence some, except Maxen who had more ammunition against the rest after spending more time with Oliver.

"I think Maxen forgot about that thing you shared with me, sweetie," Ava c.a.r.e.s.sed Ollie's ears. She glanced at Oliver, enlarging her eyes as if telling him to narrate a random story just to get back at Maxen.

Across the table, Emily and Olivia snickered in their seats. They saw how Ava tried her best to coach her husband but Oliver was ignorant of her nuance, scratching the back of his head.

The two gal pals clank their glasses.

"Ava's learning," Olivia commented.

"Only from the best, of course."

"So this is what you've been teaching my wife? No wonder she's been pulling tricks left and right lately." Oliver threw a carrot at Emily and Olivia's way which Maxen caught with his hand, throwing it back on Ollie. It landed in a thud on his forehead.

The room burst with roaring laughter upon seeing the shocked expression of Oliver.

Eventually, their dinner ended on a positive note.

"Hey, let's take a group photo. We'll never know when the next one will happen… or if it will happen again," Wyatt remarked, taking his phone out of his b.r.e.a.s.t pocket and passing it to their host. They stood by the wall adorned with vintage photos of Nisia.

Wyatt stood in the center with Maxen and Oliver on either of his sides. The two men side hugging their ladies, while Emily stood at the left, beside Olivia.

"Say cheese!" the host said, cl.i.c.k.i.n.g the camera button.

The camera's flash surprised everyone in the room, their faces ended up contorted or squinted at the assault of brightness.

"Sorry, sir. Let me take one more photo."

"Nah, that's perfect," Wyatt said and smiled, receiving his phone back. "This is precious," he added, seeing the less than stellar photo. He sent a copy to the Four Clovers' dead chat group, smiling when he pocketed his phone.

As the group walked out of the restaurant, Oliver chatted with Olivia.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"Do I have a choice? We're a team now," Olivia deadpanned. 

Tomorrow, their parents' divorce would be finalized, and they had to show a united front for their mother who would not get a single dime from the separation.

The siblings never talked about their parents' divorce since Finn's birthday, but she guessed that Oliver didn't sign the annexes which Henry demanded them to sign. It was obvious when Henry Lin changed the divorce settlement agreement tipping the scales to his advantage.

If it was up to Olivia, she would make sure her mother gets properly compensated for all the abuse Amelia received at the clutches of Henry Lin, but she was too tired fighting with her DNA donor.

He could keep all his money. At the end of the day, the thought of Henry Lin growing old alone, and dying alone, was Olivia's consolation.

The next day, Olivia's body ached so much she could barely move an inch without crying out in pain.

"Max," she croaked. 

"President," Yana fretted when Olivia pushed herself up from the bed. "His Highness wanted you to stay at home and rest. You were down with a fever all night."

Feeling lighter, Olivia forced a small smile. "I can't. I have an appointment today. I'll feel better after I take a bath."

Despite Yana's protests, Olivia still went ahead and prepared for the day. 

Soon, Olivia dragged her feet inside the courtroom, surprising Oliver.

"Livi." He rushed to his sister's way, three creases formed on his forehead. "Maxen said you're sick. You should have stayed home. Jeez, you're burning."

"I'm fine. I'll sit here, and just listen. I'll be a good girl. I promise."

It didn't take long for Henry and his hoard of lawyers to arrive. And because their mother was still in the mental facility, Oliver and Olivia represented her in court.

All the while the court proceeding was ongoing, Olivia shivered nonstop in her spot. It was starting to worry Oliver that he fired up a message to Maxen informing him that he'd bring Olivia to the hospital after their engagement.

The sound of the gavel pounding roused Olivia from her state of catatonia. "Ollie," she cried, clutching Oliver's arm.

Her pleas for help attracted everyone's attention in the room, including Henry.

"It hurts, Ollie," she whimpered, laying down on the bench, curling up in a fetal position.

To Oliver's horror, blood pooled on the bench where Olivia once sat.

Inside the emergency room, the sound of sirens never ceased as patients were wheeled inside.

In the farthest corner, Oliver paced back and forth, waiting for the doctor's assessment, although he already knew it could be another episode of Olivia's heavy period.

Rushed footsteps echoed inside the room, heads snapping to where the sound was coming from. To everyone's shock, including the patients laying on the bed, they saw the prince took long hurried strides towards the farthest corner of the room.

What shocked them the most was, it was not only the prince who was in attendance but also the ric.h.e.s.t man in the country, Henry Lin.

As if they didn't receive enough shock for their lives yet, the emergency room doors flung open, a minute after, with the king and queen and their sea of security detail.

"I think we need to move Livi to a private room," Oliver said and scratched the back of his head. His head felt lighter by the second as he regarded every one with a forced smile.

Soon, the doctor came back with Olivia's results.

"We just need a guardian to sign the papers for the D&C procedure. It's the cause of her infection and fever too."

"D&C?" Oliver frowned, receiving the clipboard from the doctor.

"Dilation and curettage." The doctor gulped. "Patient suffered a miscarriage."