Olivia

By the time we arrived at the hospital, I was a mess. We had to fly all the way back to New York, to the countryside where she lives. Logan kept assuring me that she will fine, but deep down, I couldn't stay calm.

"My grandmother is admitted here," I said as we approached the reception.

"Name, please."

"Elizabeth Patrick."

"Give me a minute, please," she bowed down to the desktop. "She's in room 4 at the—" I didn't wait to hear her remaining words and sauntered away.

We stepped into the elevator, and I tapped my foot in anxiety. "Calm down, Olivia. I'm sure she'll be fine," I felt Logan's hand on my shoulder.

"I don't know, Logan. I pray so." The elevator door was taking time to open. By the time it did, I wasted no time charging out. I spared each room a glance before stopping at room 4.

My heart quickened as I slowly pulled the door open. As soon as my eyes landed on my grandmother, tears began flowing down. "Grandma!" I charged towards her, wrapping my arms around her.

"You scared me! I thought I wouldn't be able to see you again!" I broke down in tears, tightening my hold around her.

"You're strangling me, girl. Let go of me," she hissed out, jerking my body away. Tears were still streaming down my eyes.

"Are you okay? What did the doctor say? Have you been given injections and drugs?" I bombarded, assessing her body.

"I'm fine. I told that doctor not to call you. I just had a bit of heartburn which made me collapse. It's nothing serious. I won't die when it's not my time," she said.

I shook my head. "You don't look fine to me. Your skin is looking dark. That means you have not been taking care of yourself," I cracked out.

She threw me a glare. "Is it because your skin—what is this I'm seeing!" I was startled at how loud her voice came out.

"You're pregnant!" She exclaimed, her eyes going wide on my baby bump. Damn! I had even forgotten about that.

"I can explain, Grandma—"

"Explain what? How did you end up pregnant? Who is the father? Why didn't you tell me?" She bombarded. Just in time, the door slid open, and Logan stepped in.

"Good day, Grandma," he greeted, flashing a smile.

"Who are you?" she asked, her eyes raking him from head to toe.

Logan marched his way toward her bed and placed a bouquet of flowers next to her. When did he get them?

"I'm Logan," he said, sparing me a look. "Olivia's husband," he added.

"What? Husband? Olivia!" The next thing that followed was a smack on my back.

"What have you been doing in the city, this girl!"

"Grandma, I can explain," I tried to say, but she kept throwing punches at my back.

"Is this how I brought you up?" She threw another one.

"Grandma, calm down, you're unwell. Please," I pleaded, but my grandma wasn't ready to back down.

"How do you expect me to calm down when you show up out of the blue with a big bump and a stranger claiming to be your husband!" she yelled out, hitting me one last time.

"Um.. Grandma-" Logan started, only for her to cut him off. "Shut it there! I'm talking to my granddaughter!" she hissed, throwing Logan a glare, who instantly composed himself.

I managed to get myself out of her hold. "Please, Grandma!" I jolted up and shouted. She blinked her eyes.

"Did you just raise your voice on me! On your sick grandma!" She shouted too.

I closed my eyes and opened them again before sitting back down and took hold of her hand. "Grandma, if you don't calm down, how am I supposed to explain everything to you? If you keep on shouting, I will call the doctor."

"Better don't try it." Her voice was now soft. Logan and I shared a look. Explaining everything to Grandma from the beginning to the end wouldn't be easy. But I had to.

"So, you mean to tell me you met this guy over a one-night stand and ended up getting pregnant?" she said bitterness seeping into her voice.

"Yes, Grandma. But we're good now. We got married," I said. Her eyes shifted to Logan, and they lingered on him for a while.

"What do you say your name is?" she asked him. The way Logan's hand tightened indicated he was nervous. The urge to burst out with laughter grew in me. But I held it in, not when my grandma was in an interrogative mood.

"Logan Nero."

"Wait.... Say that again. Nero? The Nero I know?"

I stared at my grandma in surprise. "You know his father?" I asked.

Her next words not only confused me, but Logan was also taken aback. "Please leave."

"I don't understand, Grandma, what—"

"I told you to leave." She repeated it. Logan's eyes darted from me back to my grandma. "This cannot happen," she muttered, which I was able to hear. Confusion clouded my face at my grandma's sudden change.

"Do I have to call security to drag you out? I said leave!" The tone she used scared the living soul out of me. I rose to my feet and walked up to where Logan was standing. He hadn't taken his seat since the moment he stepped in.

"I don't understand. Why would he leave? Do you know him from somewhere?" I asked. Okay, I know Logan is a well-known man, but people from the countryside hardly know city folks. Or do they?

"I don't want to repeat myself. Tell him to leave, or I will leave this hospital myself," she threatened.

"You—"

Logan held my hand. "It's okay. I will leave. Your grandma seems to be shaken up by the news. Don't pressure her too much. I will make a few calls to the family. They didn't know we had left," Logan said.

"But—" I tried to say. He flashed me a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. Stay with her." With that, he let go of my hand and walked out of the room.

I turned my focus back to my grandma, whose expression wasn't pleasant at all. "What is going on, Grandma? Why did you tell Logan to leave?" I asked.

She went silent, her eyes fixed on a particular spot. I had to touch her to get her attention back. "I don't want you with him," she said, her tone sharp.

I ran my hands through my hair before taking a deep breath. "I understand that you're shaken up by the news, but Logan and I love each other. We are happy together."

A chuckle escaped her, a bitter one at that. "Nero? No. You can't end up with such a family. Never." That's when I realized her anger wasn't just about how I met Logan or the marriage. It was something deeper. The way she had reacted when Logan told her his name raised questions.

"Is there something you're hiding from me, Grandma? How did you know Logan's father?" I asked.

"I don't want to see him anywhere near this hospital," she said, confusing me even more.

"Seriously, Grandma, you can't just decide something for me out of the blue. I asked you a question and I need answers. I don't understand how you told him to leave and say I can't be with such a family and expect me to go along with it," I voiced out my frustration mounting.

"I'm never going to accept him as my son-in-law. That's final. I'm tired. I want to rest." With that, she laid back on the bed and covered herself with the blankets.

I didn't know how long I sat there, trying to process everything that happened in a matter of ten minutes. If I said her actions didn't confuse me, I would be lying. In the end, I left the room. As I closed the door behind me, I heaved out a sharp breath. I was sure she was shaken up, and I would talk to her properly later. For now, I needed to look for Logan.

I spotted him on the other side of the hallway, talking on the phone. My grandma's words resurfaced. "You can't be with such a family." What did she mean by that? What was she hiding from me? Why did she react to Logan that way?

I approached Logan as he finished his call. "I have informed Amelia. They told me to send their regards to your grandma and that they're wishing her a quick recovery," he said, slipping his phone back.

I nodded my head, forcing out a smile. "How is your grandma?" He asked, his eyes swiftly glancing at the door.

"I don't understand her. It seems like she was shaken up. She wants to rest."

Logan nodded in return. Silence then prevailed. Both of us had something in mind to say but didn't know how to start. I decided to take the initiative. "Logan," I called. He met my gaze. "Does Father perhaps know my grandma?"