Chapter 437 Threw Up
Natalie reached for the face cream positioned on the far right, took a small amount, and began applying it to her face, clearly unimpressed with Oliver's ‘efforts’. As she gently applied the cream to the bruised area, a sharp sting was inevitable. She looked into the mirror, feeling a sense of relief that the marks were nearly invisible now.
Beauty was cherished by everyone, and a visible slap mark on one's face was an embarrassment.
"Oliver, there’s no need for all of this," Natalie said as she put the cream back in place, "None of this will change my mind."
"Similarly, no matter how often you say it, I won’t change my mind,” Oliver said firmly, “Natalie, you took someone else’s place and married me willingly. You can’t just simply decide to end this marriage."
…
The main chef had prepared the breakfast. Since Natalie's arrival, his duties had become somewhat redundant, and his pride in his culinary skills had taken a hit. Now, presented with the opportunity to serve his employers, he was keen to showcase his expertise and prepared an elaborate breakfast.
The spread included over a dozen different selections. Though each serving was modest, the quality and presentation of the food were exceptional, each crafted with the utmost care and attention to detail.
Normally, Oliver would have already left for his company by this time, but today, he chose to stay and have breakfast with Natalie.
Shortly after, Oliver received an urgent phone call and excused himself to another room to talk. Within moments, a loud commotion erupted from the dining room, accompanied by panicked shouts.
“Natalie!”
Alarmed, Oliver ended the call prematurely and hurried back. He found Natalie leaning on the table, throwing up.
"Oliver, she threw up everything she ate," Liam informed him, visibly worried. Then, a thought struck him. "Could it possibly be that she’s..."
Natalie knew what Liam was thinking and quickly clarified, “I’m just nauseous. I don’t have an appetite now.”
“Nausea is also a symptom of pregnancy,” Liam murmured to himself.
"It's not that," Oliver confirmed, and Liam accepted his word. They had always been careful, and it had not been long since Natalie's last menstrual cycle.
Oliver wished for anything but a pregnancy at this juncture. Natalie was recovering from her injuries and the recent trauma; it was hardly the right time for such news. However, he could not help but think a child might give him an advantage at this time if she continued to insist on a divorce.
Natalie had not eaten since the previous day. Oliver had tolerated her refusal to eat, attributing it to the shock she had experienced. However, he realized it was not healthy to continue skipping meals.
"Perhaps you could try eating a little?" Oliver suggested. He carefully scooped up a spoonful, blew on it gently to cool it down, and brought it to Natalie's lips.
"You have to eat to heal faster…”
Natalie knew that she would only have the strength to leave once she recovered. However, despite the delicious food and the enticing aroma, she found herself lacking any appetite.
She forced herself to eat. However, as she chewed, the unpleasant memories surfaced once again. Unable to hold it back, she vomited again.
"Natalie!" Oliver exclaimed, supporting her and patting her back, "Call the doctor immediately!"
Liam, visibly concerned, promptly contacted the family doctor.
Given Natalie's recent injury, the family doctor had been temporarily stationed at another building in Rosewood Estate.
Prior to leaving the hospital, Natalie underwent an exhaustive and systematic examination. The family doctor, after reviewing her previous medical records and findings, ruled out any physical illness. The doctor quickly concluded that her reaction was a stress response, a psychological matter. This issue was outside his expertise as a surgeon.
Fortunately, her condition had not escalated to a point that required psychiatric intervention; she could overcome it on her own.
Unable to contain his frustration, Oliver vented his anger by sweeping everything off the table, shattering it.
The room descended into chaos.
Though the servants were aware of Oliver's temper, witnessing such an extreme outburst was unprecedented, even for those who had been in his employ for many years. They all lowered their heads, too scared to even draw attention to themselves.
Natalie looked at the messy floor, perplexed.
‘Is he so upset because of this matter?’
She had believed herself to have come to terms with that incident. However, it seemed like she was not as strong as she had thought.
Unaware of the underlying issues, Liam, the servants, and even the doctor refrained from speaking.
Oliver remained motionless, as if paralyzed by the moment.
Breaking the tense silence, Natalie addressed Liam, "Liam, can you ask the kitchen to prepare a bowl of vegetable soup for me?"
She then asked the servants to clean up.
At this time, one servant, who thought Natalie had a better temper than Oliver, asked softly, “What should we prepare for Sir’s breakfast?”
Without so much as a glance in Oliver's direction, Natalie responded indifferently, "How should I know?"
The servant thought to himself, ‘Didn’t you use to decide on this matter? It seems like she’s really upset this time.’
Natalie barely managed a few spoonfuls of soup. When she drank the juice that was prepared for her, she threw up again after drinking only half a glass.
Liam watched and sighed inwardly, worried.
Meanwhile, Oliver was being urgently prompted by his subordinates; the top executives at his company were all awaiting his arrival to commence their meeting.
Once Natalie had finished, Oliver carefully lifted her into the wheelchair, draped a blanket over her legs, and wheeled her outside.
"Where are you taking me?" Natalie asked with a frown.
"To the company."
"I’m not going!” Natalie said, firmly gripping the wheelchair's frame in resistance.
Oliver leaned forward to meet her eye level. "Natalie, I won’t feel at ease leaving you alone at home."
"There are plenty of people here. Liam is here, too," she protested. She did not want to go to the company, and she did not want to see him.
"I won’t feel at ease," Oliver reiterated, his initial instinct to pinch Natalie's cheek was restrained when he noticed the bruise on her face. Instead, he gently stroked her head and said, “I can only feel at ease now if you’re within my sight."
Natalie was taken aback by his obstinance. "Oliver, don’t worry. I won’t run away.”
She would only leave after she had secured a divorce, leaving in a direct and dignified manner.
‘I'm not worried about you running away. You won’t succeed even if you try,’ Oliver thought silently.
"I’ve prepared your favorite books in my office. If you need anything else, just tell me,” Oliver said in a soothing tone.
"I just want to stay here,” Natalie expressed, unwilling to relent.
Oliver gently but firmly removed her hands from the frame and proceeded to push her toward the door.
"Unfortunately, you can’t do that at the moment."
Frustration mounting, Natalie protested, "Oliver, is it even appropriate for you to bring me to your workplace?!"
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