Olivia

"Why exactly are you doing this, Grandma?" I charged forward as soon as Logan left the room.

"Why are you doing this to me ?" I let out again, my anger mounting. I didn't want to raise my voice, but she was making it hard to stay calm because she hadn't given any reason for her outburst.

"I have already made my decision. You are not going anywhere near him or his family," she retorted, her tone oddly calm, which made me even angrier.

An annoyed chuckle escaped me. "I won't leave Logan," I declared. Her eyes briefly widened before the same anger returned.

"You want me dead, then."

"What—" I was speechless at her words. I said nothing and only stared at the woman in front of me in confusion.

What was going on? Calm down, Olivia. You can sort things out. I mentally assured myself before moving forward and taking my seat next to her on the bed.

I reached for her cold hands. "Listen, Grandma, I love Logan with everything in me. He's my husband, my family, and everything. I can't leave him just because you harbor ill feelings towards him, which you aren't telling me. You can't decide who I should be with," I tried to explain.

She withdrew her hand from my hold, and the look in her eyes wasn't a bit pleasant. "You are out of your mind," she said.

"One can do anything for love, Grandma. I'm crazy in love with Logan. He's not just a boyfriend or a spouse. He's my husband. We are married. Please just give us your blessings. I'm happy with him. Isn't that what you want? To see me happy?" I still went on, holding her hand.

She didn't say anything and cast her head towards the other side. I lightly nudged her. "Hm? Please, Grandma. You're my only family, you know."

"You said it that he's your everything. Then go with him. Forget you have a grandma." A gasp literally left my lips.

I jolted up. "Seriously, Grandma, why are you being stubborn?" I didn't care if my voice echoed through the room. She can't just decide my life for me.

"You are the one being stubborn by not listening to me!" She yelled back.

"How do you expect me to listen to you when you gave me no reason why you hate Logan and his family? Did you and his father know each other? Did he kill someone you know?" I bombarded, my voice getting louder.

"If I tell you the reason, you won't be able to handle it. That man isn't a good man."

I closed my eyes and opened them again. "If I can handle carrying a baby for nine months, then I don't think I'm afraid of anything, Grandma. If you want me to leave Logan, you need to be clear about your reasons," I said, my voice getting calmer.

"This is not the right time to tell you. You are in your last month. I don't want you to fall into any complications during delivery."

"You are already making it complicated by not telling me. I need answers now!" I demanded.

"Get out!" She yelled out.

"I'm not leaving this room until you tell me what you're hiding from me. I deserve to know!" I charged back. Since she was being stubborn, I might as well exert mine.

Her eyes froze. "Grandma?" I called out, walking toward her bed. She placed a hand on her side stomach, and panic rose inside me as her breathing became uneven. "Grandma, are you okay?"

She jerked her hand away. "Don't touch me," she muffled out, her eyes blinking to and fro.

I poured her a glass of water. "Please drink."

She threw me a glare before grabbing the cup and taking a sip. I heard her heave out a sharp breath. Silence suddenly prevailed in the room. "I don't know why you're so stubborn. Simple instructions you can't follow," she commenced again.

"Because it is not worth it. You want me to leave a part of me behind. I have found a family in not only Logan but his family too. I know Mr. Nero isn't the best man out there, but he's okay to me now. At least he's looking out for his family," I muffled out, my heart swelling up with emotions.

Grandma turned to me, surprising me more when she took hold of my hand. "You are my only family, Olivia. Your parents have left me in your care since your high school days. I'm proud of the girl I raised. I want nothing but to see you happy. But it can't be with that family. If you know the reason, you won't be able to handle it." She paused, and her grip on my hand tightened.

No matter the circumstances, I can't abandon my grandma. She had been through a lot raising me, and I won't be able to repay her for that. I took in a deep breath before fixing my eyes on her, intently. "Is there any connection between Mr. Nero and you in the past?" I asked. Her hand went rigid on mine, and her eyes slightly widened.

The way she had reacted, that meant there was really something. I pushed further. "Perhaps—"

"I want to rest," she said, cutting me off. I closed my eyes and opened them again. We're back to square one.

"But—"

"Oh my God, Elizabeth, what have you done to yourself," a sudden voice from the door interrupted our conversation. A woman who looked almost the same age as my grandma rushed toward us.

"Why are you here? It's not like I'm dead," Grandma hissed, passing the woman a glare. The woman grabbed her seat on the stool.

"Why can't I be here? Your restaurant was locked. When I went down to your house, the painter told me you collapsed. You didn't even tell anyone," the woman scolded.

"How would I tell anyone when I collapsed! Just say you're here to vent your anger. Did your son make another excuse again!"

"You—"

"Are you sure you're sick?" The woman threw. I was an invisible person in front of them as they hauled shout at each other.

I decided to interfere. "Can you guys just stop it already!"

Their faces snapped toward me. My eyes darted left to right. "And who are you?" the woman asked, her eyes going to my baby bump.

"She's my granddaughter. You have a problem with that also?"

The woman's eyes widened. "Really? You're her granddaughter? I've heard a lot about you from your grandma," she said with a smile.

"I'm Olivia," I introduced, pinning my hair behind my ear while sparing my grandma a glance. She glared at me in return.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. You're..." She trailed off, her eyes shifting down to my bump.

"Yes, I'm married. I'm here with—"

Grandma cut me off. "If you're here to interrogate my granddaughter, then leave," she hissed out. I couldn't help but chuckle at her outburst.

The woman rolled her eyes in return before turning back to me with a smile. "I'm Helen. Don't mind your grandma; she's acting all stubborn because we haven't seen each other for a while. We stay in the same neighborhood."

"See, Grandma, everyone knows you're stubborn. Mrs. Helen is here to check up on you, and you're getting angry at her," I exclaimed, looking at her.

I was expecting a lash out from her, but instead she blinked her eyes and she clutched the same part of her stomach she held earlier. "Grandma?" I called. She lifted her other hand, stopping me, while still blinking her eyes.

"Let me get the doctor," I dashed for the door without waiting for any response from her. I was able to locate the doctor's office. Due to how scared I was, I didn't knock. The doctor and the patient inside the room fixed their gaze on me.

"Um... sorry for bursting in, but my grandma needs your attention," I said.

**

I didn't know how many times I had to bite my bottom lip as the doctor examined Grandma. By the time the doctor and I arrived back at the room, her breathing had begun getting uneven. More panic rose inside me seeing the injections the doctor administered to her. "Doctor, will she be fine?" Mrs. Helen asked worriedly.

"Yes. You guys should allow her to rest, please. It's not okay for her breathing to keep getting uneven. Can we talk in my office?" The doctor turned to me. I nodded my head and followed suit.

I almost bumped into Logan, who was about to make his way inside. It took him one look at my face to know the tension I was in. He said nothing and intertwined our hands. We made our way to the doctor's office together.

"Doctor, how is my Grandma's condition?" I asked, breaking the silence that had engulfed the office. His eyes were fixed on his desktop screen for more than five minutes since we sat in front of him. The nervousness was killing me inside.

He finally shifted his gaze from the screen to us. "Her condition is critical," he said, making something drop in my chest. Bile. Logan's hand tightened around me, at least, it kept me sane.

The doctor passed me a paper—or should I rather say, a photo scan. "This..."

"This is the scan result of her two kidneys . Your Grandma is suffering from Acute kidney failure. One of her kidney is damaged already, and it has begun affecting the other. Considering her age, a transplant is what she needs." I gripped Logan's hand tightly, not wanting to break down. I should stay strong.

"We should do the kidney transplant then," I cracked.

The doctor leaned forward, intertwining his hands. "We need to find a donor first."

"Can't I give mine? I'm her granddaughter. I will be her donor," I exclaimed.

"Olivia," Logan hushed out. The tears I'd been hoarding finally made their way out. "Yes, Logan. I just want my grandma to be fine. Let's try it out. Please, Doctor, save my Grandma. She's my only family. I can't lose her. Please." I didn't know the time I held the doctor's hand, my eyes not failing to gush out more tears.

"Calm down, Mrs. Olivia. Your grandma will be fine. You're pregnant; you shouldn't stress yourself. And you can't be a donor when you're pregnant. We will find a donor. Hopefully—"

A bitter chuckle escaped me. "Hopefully? Are you trying to say you're not certain you'd find a donor?"

"No, that's not—"

"Then..."

Logan held me back from what I was going to say. "Doctor, please do whatever you can to save her life. The payment isn't a problem. We should look for a donor as soon as possible."

"We're definitely going to do that right away, Mr. Logan. The life of our patient is our priority here at Happy Home Hospital."

The conversation between Logan and the doctor wasn't processing well in my head. The only thing running through my mind was how to save my grandmother. I can't lose her. I don't mind giving both of my kidneys as long as she'd be fine. That's all that matters.

Logan and I left the doctor's office, and I literally broke down in tears. Logan wasted no time in pulling me into his embrace. "I can't lose her, Logan. My Grandma can't die," I muffled out, burying my head in his chest.

Logan ran his palms on my back in a soothing manner. I didn't know how long we stood there, with Logan comforting me in every moment. When we finally pulled away, Logan cupped my head and stared into my eyes. "This is why I say you're a crybaby. Look at how puffy your eyes are," he commented. I sniffed, my tears still flowing, and casted my head down.

Logan slowly lifted it up, his heated gaze boring a hole into my head and soul. "Grandma will be fine. We will get her transplant done. She will be up on her feet. But for that to happen smoothly, you need to pull yourself together and be strong for her. I don't want to see you in tears. It's hurting me inside," he said, his brows furrowing in concern.

"I'm sorry."

"For?"

"For making you worried. For hyperventilating at the doctor's office."

A smile curved up at his lips, and he leaned forward, planting a kiss on my lips. My eyes widened as I scanned the surroundings. Thank goodness it was empty. "What if someone sees us?" I teased, hitting him lightly on his chest.

"Do I care? Are we doing anything wrong? Aren't you my lawfully wedded wife?"

My cheeks heated up at the words he used, 'lawfully wedded wife.'

"Well, you're my lawfully wedded husband," I playfully echoed his words. Logan grinned in return. "I love you."

I literally held my breath at his confession. What did I do to deserve such a sweet husband? Why in the world would I even think about leaving him? Never. "I love you too, Logan," I confessed. He intertwined our hands and began walking away.

"Where are we going?"

"To your grandma's house. We can't allow her to lose her customers."

"Don't tell me we're opening up her restaurant?" I raised a brow as we walked through the hallway.

Logan wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me to him. "Of course. We have nowhere to sleep for the night, after all," he said, kissing the side of my face. I giggled in return. It was official—Logan would be the death of me.