To Ethan, Olivia was the symbol of vitality. Hence, he was flustered when Brent mentioned the potentially fatal condition that she was in.

Brent went up to him and showed him the photos of the blood test results on the phone. Apart from the blood cell count, Olivia had a lower-than-average count for the other lymphatic cells.

Ethan tried to grasp the consequences of his actions in full. He remembered her desperate screaming when he left her alone in the bathroom.

Feeling disoriented, he replied, "Well, she's running a fever now."

"That's bad. We need to get her to the hospital."

"Get the car." Ethan recalled how Olivia had always shown up wrapped in a thick down jacket. That was rather unusual because she had only worn thin wool coats during the past winters to look good.

It finally dawned on him. She wasn't faking her illness all this time.

He clumsily wrapped her up in layers of clothing, seemingly worried that the cold air might seep in.

She looked both pitiful and lovab