CEO'S EX-Lover is A famous Doctor

Chapter4

OLIVIA'S POV

Seven years later, I stood in my office, the sound of beeping monitors and soft murmurs filling the air. My stethoscope hung around my neck, and I glanced at the clock. Just a few more minutes until my next patient. Despite the chaos, I felt a deep sense of fulfillment every day, especially knowing that my son, Benjamin, was waiting for me at home.

"Dr. Olivia, Mrs. Figgins is ready for her check-up," my nurse called out.

I smiled, thinking about how different my life was now. "Thanks, I'll be right there."

As I walked into the exam room, Mrs. Figgins, a two-time patient of mine, greeted me warmly. "Morning, Dr. Olivia. How are you today?"

"Doing well, Mrs. Figgins. And how's everything with you?" I asked, glancing at her chart.

"Oh, you know, the usual aches and pains. But it's always a pleasure to see you," she replied with a chuckle.

"Let's take a look and see what's going on," I said, starting her examination. As I worked, I couldn't help but reflect on how far I'd come. Seven years ago, I was in a very different place.

It all started with that life-changing doctor's appointment. Finding out I was pregnant had turned my world upside down, but it also gave me a new purpose. I remembered the moment clearly, feeling utterly lost but also strangely determined.

"So, what got you into medicine, Dr. Olivia?" Mrs. Figgins asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I smiled, always happy to share my story. "Well, believe it or not, it was my own pregnancy. Going to those check-ups, seeing the dedication and care of the doctors, inspired me. I decided to apply to med school, and here I am."

"That's incredible. And you have a son, right?" she asked.

"Yes, Benjamin. He's seven now. He's the light of my life," I said, feeling a warmth spread through me.

"I bet he's proud to have such a strong, caring mother," Mrs. Figgins said kindly.

"Thank you. I hope so. I try to do my best for him," I replied, finishing his exam. "Alright, everything looks good. Just keep doing what you're doing, and I'll see you in a few months."

As Mrs. Figgins left. I took a moment to breathe. Balancing being a mother and a doctor was challenging, but it was worth every second. Benjamin was my anchor, my reason for pushing forward even when things got tough.

Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a picture of Benjamin, grinning ear to ear, holding up a drawing he made. The caption from his babysitter read, "Benjamin wanted to show you his latest masterpiece!"

I laughed softly, my heart swelling with pride. "Looks like my little artist is at it again," I murmured to myself.

Returning to my desk, I prepared for the next patient. Every day in this job, I found new reasons to be grateful for the path I had taken. The heartbreak and challenges have led me here, to a life filled with purpose and love.

As the day wound down, I looked forward to picking up Benjamin and hearing all about his day. Despite everything, we had made it. Together, we have built a beautiful life, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us.

The next morning, as I was getting ready for work, Benjamin bounced into the kitchen, his eyes bright with excitement.

"Mom, remember you promised to take me to the park today?" he said, tugging at my arm.

I smiled, ruffling his hair. "Of course I remember, Benny. After I finish my shift, we’ll head straight there."

Benjamin grinned. "Thanks, Mom! My teacher says I'm smart, but she doesn't know how much fun the park is!"

"Your teacher's right, you are smart," I said, grabbing my keys. "And a bit mischievous sometimes."

He laughed, and I couldn’t help but join him. His pranks kept me on my toes, but they also brought so much joy into our lives. "Alright, buddy, I'll see you this afternoon. Be good for your teacher, okay?"

"Okay, Mom!" he called as I headed out the door.

The day flew by, filled with patients and paperwork. As soon as my shift ended, I rushed home to pick up Benjamin. He was already waiting, his little backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Ready!" he replied, practically bouncing out the door.

We drove to the park, and as soon as we arrived, Benjamin took off towards the playground. I followed, keeping an eye on him as he climbed and played. His laughter was infectious, and I felt my own worries melt away.

"Mom, look!" he called out after a while. "There's a man over there, and his little girl fell in the fountain. She’s not waking up!"

My heart skipped a beat. "Show me, Benny," I said, following him as he led me to the park fountain.

As we got closer, I saw a man cradling a little girl in his arms. My breath caught in my throat when I realized who it was. Daniel.

"My mom is a doctor, she can help!" I heard Benjamin say, snapping me back from my bewilderment. Daniel's eyes were wide with confusion, clearly surprised to see me in this new role. I tried to walk away, but his desperate plea stopped me in my tracks.

"Please, save my little girl," he begged, his voice breaking.

I didn't know if it was my professional duty, my past with him, or just the moral imperative to save a child's life, but I knew I had to act. I bent down and started administering CPR to the little girl. Daniel was pacing frantically, his panicked voice a constant murmur of "Oh God, oh God," as he worried about his daughter.

"Come on, sweetie, stay with me," I murmured, continuing the compressions and breaths.

Suddenly, the girl took a deep breath and began to cough up water. I lifted her to help clear her airways, and she continued to cough until the water was expelled. Relief flooded through me as her breathing normalized.

The small crowd that had gathered erupted into cheers, and Benjamin beamed with pride, shouting, "My mom is a hero! My mom's a hero!"

Daniel, tears streaming down his face, hugged his little girl tightly. "Thank you," he whispered, looking at me with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief.

I gave a small, weary smile. "Just doing my job."

He stood there, holding his daughter, looking at me like he wanted to say something more. But all I could think about was getting Benjamin away from this emotional whirlwind.

"You should get her to a hospital, just to make sure she's alright," I said, standing up and brushing off my knees.

"Right, of course," Daniel nodded, still holding his daughter close. "Olivia, I... I don't know how to thank you."

"You don't need to," I replied, taking Benjamin's hand. "Take care of her, Daniel."

Benjamin looked up at me, his eyes shining. "Mom, that was amazing! You really are a hero!"

"Excuse me, ma'am?" It was an elderly gentleman, his face etched with gratitude and admiration. "You were amazing back there. Thank you for saving that little girl."

I blinked, momentarily taken aback by his kindness. "Oh, it was nothing, sir. Just doing what needed to be done," I replied humbly.

"No, it was everything," he insisted, shaking my hand firmly. "You're a real hero."

A warm feeling spread through me as others in the crowd joined in, offering their thanks and congratulations. It was a stark contrast to the judgmental whispers from Daniel's employees.

"Mom, look!" Benjamin exclaimed, pointing at the group of people surrounding us. "They're all saying you're a hero!"

I squeezed his hand, my heart full. "Thanks, Benny. Now, let's go enjoy the rest of our day at the park, okay?"

"Okay, Mom," he said, his face lighting up with a big smile.

As we walked away, I could feel Daniel's eyes on us, but I didn't look back. Today was about Benjamin and making happy memories with him. The past had just briefly crossed our path, but the present and future belonged to us, and as I walked back, I could feel Daniel's eyes on me and the memories and pain of what happened to us coming with it.

I walked Benjamin to an ice cream truck in the park to reward him for being such a good boy and for calling my attention to help Daniel’s little girl. As we strolled, I could feel Daniel's eyes on me, a weight that was hard to ignore." Sir, I would like an ice cream," I said to the man behind the counter." Which flavor, ma'am?" he asked with a friendly smile.I looked down at Benjamin. "Which one do you want, Benjamin?" He furrowed his little brows in deep thought, then lit up. "Uhmm, I want vanilla mixed with strawberry and some sprinkles, oh, and with chocolate!"I laughed at his enthusiasm. "Oh God, you're going to have a sugar rush," I teased. The ice cream man handed over the ice cream, and Benjamin's mouth enveloped the scoop in one go. "Ahh!" he screamed, his face scrunching up." It's brain freeze, darling. Ease up a little," I said, chuckling at his playfulness. As I turned to head back to the playground, I saw Daniel placing his daughter into the car. He looked at me, then at Benjamin. A flicker of recognition, or maybe suspicion, crossed his face. Did he know? Did he suspect that Benjamin might be his? The questions plagued my mind, a storm of uncertainty and fear. No, it can't be. Can it? Not after how things ended between us. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing on the moment." Mom, this is the best ice cream ever!" Benjamin declared, his earlier discomfort forgotten.I smiled down at him, ruffling his hair. "I'm glad you like it, Benny. Now, let's go find a nice spot to sit and enjoy the rest of our day." As we walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling of Daniel's gaze lingering on us. The past had a way of resurfacing when least expected, but today was about Benjamin and creating happy memories. The rest would have to wait.