#Chapter 194: A Terrible Accident

Olivia The room had seemingly been silent for a while before I walked in. Nathan’s blue-green eyes, normally full of warmth and joy, were now shadowed with a troubled glint. The faint glow from the setting sun poured through the windows, casting a soft amber hue that added to the heavy ambiance. “Nathan?” I asked, my voice quivering slightly as the past two days’ events whirled around in my mind, filling me with an automatic sense of dread. “What’s wrong?” Nathan said nothing, but as I set foot into our living room, my attention was immediately drawn to a piece of paper clutched in his hand. I knew from the weight of the look in his eyes that it held news—and not the good kind. “Nathan?” I called, my voice echoing a hint of apprehension. He looked up, eyes not entirely focusing on me, lost deep in his thoughts. “Olivia,” he whispered, his voice rough, almost broken. “You need to sit down.” Without waiting for a response, he gestured to the chair opposite hi