My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back

Chapter 166

Vincent chatted with Delilah incessantly. The doctor asked Olivia to step outside, as he didn’t want to

disturb the heartfelt conversation.

Olivia appeared overwhelmed and looked nervous.

The doctor looked kind. He smiled warmly and said gently, “You must be Vince’s girlfriend. Don’t be

nervous. The patient is doing fine, and it’s good news that she hasn’t gotten worse. Vince’s mom and I

are old friends. It’s heartbreaking to see her condition, but we never gave up hope. We are seeking a

reputable doctor for her from various channels.”

He added, “For now, there’s good news. We’ve contacted the top medical team in the psychiatric

department. They’re coming to Dellmoor in two weeks, and after an on-site consultation, there may be

a turning point in her situation.”

This was indeed good news.

Upon hearing the news, Olivia was overwhelmed, and her eyes twin kled.

She asked softly, “Do we have to wait another two weeks?”

The doctor could sense her impatience and eagerness, so he reassured her, “Given her health

condition, a long journey is not preferred. But don’t worry. Based on her condition now, a two-week wait

won’t affect the outcome.”

Shortly after, Vincent emerged from the ward.

Unable to contain her excitement, Olivia eagerly approached him and shared the good

news.

Vincent suddenly halted in his tracks, confirming, “Really?”

Olivia blinked her round ey es and nodded fervently.

Suddenly, Vincent lifted Olivia off the ground, spinning her around.

The doctor watched this heartwarming scene with a knowing smile.

As the doctor approached, Vincent quickly let Olivia down.

He smiled embarrassingly and hurriedly showed his gratitude, saying, “Mr. Jones, thank you so much.”

The “Mr. Jones” that Vincent mentioned was none other than Steven Jones, Delilah’s attending doctor

and good friend.

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Steven walked by with a smile and patted Vincent on the shoulder.

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Gerald volunteered to visit Dellmoor, attending to both business and personal matters.

However, the primary reason for his visit was his significant life event.

After checking in at the Imperial Hotel, a hotel owned by Larson Corporation, Gerald sought out a high-

end flower shop.

As expected, the lobby of Larson Corporation was bustling with a constant stream of people delivering

flowers.

The first floor’s reception and the CEO’s office were full of roses.

Witnessing this spectacle, the receptionists were on the verge of being overwhelmed by the sweet

scene.

However, the flow of flower deliveries continued incessantly.

“Who are these flowers for?” someone asked.

As it was working hours, another person replied softly, “Ms. Larson.”

Speaking of the devil, Kimberly walked in through the revolving doors just as the lobby turned into a

makeshift flower shop. The reception area was too eye-catching.

Upon witnessing the unusual situation, Kimberly furrowed her brows. On the side, Frederick noticed the

change in her expression.

Knowing Kimberly disliked irrelevant activities during working hours, Frederick raised his voice, “It’s

working hours. What’s the commotion about? Disperse now and get back.

to work.”

Usually, Frederick had a gentle demeanor. However, he unexpectedly adopted a more assertive tone

this time, causing everyone to sca tter quickly.

He pointed at the flower pile on the front desk, asking, “Whose are these? Take them away quickly.”

The receptionist was at a loss, holding two bouquets and unsure how to handle the situation.

She looked so anxious that she almost cried when she asked, “These flowers are all for

Ms. Larson. What should we do?”

Even Frederick, who was usually calm and composed, was stunned. He rubbed his

temple and carefully examined Kimberly, who stood beside him, relieved he hadn’t said anything

inappropriate earlier.

He raised his gaze and looked at the distressed receptionist, feeling a twinge of pity.

Then, he turned to Kimberly and inquired cautiously, “Ms. Larson, this…”

Before he could finish his words, Kimberly, in her usual composed manner, calmly uttered, “Handle it as Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

you see fit.”

With that, Kimberly left the scene gracefully.

Frederick hurriedly followed up and left without forgetting to say something to the receptionist. “Handle

them however you want.”

The receptionists were fascinated by Kimberly.

“So cool,” one of them couldn’t help but exclaim.

Then, each picked up a few bouquets and placed them on the inner side of the front desk, treating the

flowers like treasures.

On their way to the office, Kimberly and Frederick were stopped by the administrative assistant of the

CEO’s office. “Ms. Larson, these flowers are for you.”

Unlike the timid receptionist, the administrative assistant spoke in a businesslike tone and pointed to

the mountain of bouquets.

Kimberly furrowed her brows, wondering about the occasion.

It wasn’t April Fools’ Day or Valentine’s Day.

Moreover, she distinctly remembered the loneliness of not receiving a single flower on Valentine’s Day

this year.

Approaching the flowers, Kimberly was about to pick up a bouquet and read the accompanying card

when her phone rang.

Unable to resist his curiosity, Frederick picked up a bouquet and delicately held the pink card.

The signature on the card read “Tom.”

Perplexed, Frederick scratched his head, muttering, “Who is Tom?”

Having not accompanied Kimberly on her trip to Mysonna, he was unfamiliar with this figure.

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Kimberly searched her bag for her phone, eventually taking it out after some rummaging.

Seeing the caller ID display “Gerald Patterson,” Kimberly couldn’t help but become cautious as she

answered the call.

A voice with an indescribable magnetic charm came from the other end. “Have you received the

flowers?”

Kimberly suddenly realized that the mastermind behind the flood of flowers in Larson Corporation was

none other than Gerald.

She chuckled. “What’s all this about?”

Frowning, Kimberly couldn’t help but feel that Gerald was becoming increasingly unpredictable.

Despite being aware of the financial prowess of Patterson Finance Group, she simply couldn’t turn a

blind eye to the impact this grand gesture would have on her company’s operations.

Gerald laughed. “Life needs a bit of ceremony, Kimberly. Have you forgotten? Today marks one month

since we met. This is to commemorate our one-month acquaintance.”

Kimberly couldn’t help but laugh at the unique celebration, as she had never encountered such an idea

and only heard of a newborn’s first-month celebration.

This reason unexpectedly swept away her displeasure from earlier.

“I just got to Dellmoor,” Gerald said. “I’m starving. As the hostess, shouldn’t some hospitality?”

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It was worth noting that Gerald had practiced this grand entrance for today many times.

He placed his innovative inspiration from a novel into action, highlighting that having an authoritative

presence was not an innate talent but required continuous practice.

Since Gerald was being so direct, Kimberly found it hard to refuse, despite her reluctance.

Back in Radford, Gerald had been an impeccable host, ensuring her stay was nothing short of a five-

star experience.

Moreover, he had helped her numerous times, especially in dealing with the complications caused by

Christopher.