Even After Death by Lilting Champ

The wind blew bitingly cold on her face. Olivia was frozen to the core, but she pushed herself up and continued chasing after the car.

She overestimated the current condition of her body and only ran for a couple of feet before crashing back to the ground.

The car door opened. She saw a pair of shiny, tailored leather shoes halt before her. Slowly, she moved her sight from the shoes and up the trousers until she met Ethan’s cold and unnerving gaze.

“Ethan …” Olivia muttered weakly.

A pair of slender hands reached out to her. In a trance, Olivia thought she caught a glimpse of the young man she had fallen head over heels for all those years back. She could not help but stretch out her hands to him.

Just as their hands touched, Ethan pulled back, extinguishing the light in her after giving her false hope and causing her to fall once more.

She had not injured herself before this, but when she slipped this time, she cut her palms on the pieces of shattered glass on the ground. Blood started trickling down her palms to her arms.

A shadow seemed to flit across Ethan’s face, but he stayed motionless.

Olivia was stunned. Back then, he would rush her to the hospital in the middle of the night even though she merely had a cut on her finger.

She remembered the doctor chuckling and saying, “Thank goodness he brought you here in time. Otherwise, your wound would’ve healed on its own.”

The man before her and the one in her memories were the same person. He had the same eyes and face. Looking back, she realized that the concern he once showed for her was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a shade of icy indifference.

In a cold voice, Ethan said, “Olivia, do you really think that I don’t know you? You could easily run a mile and do a somersault. Do you expect me to believe you’d fall after running just a couple of steps?”

He stared at her, the mockery in his eyes like a knife cutting through her.

Olivia bit her lip and tried to explain. “It’s not like that. I’m not lying to you. I’m just a little weak because I’m sick—”

her face upward to

to the extreme and would put

wind, and they stabbed at her heart repeatedly.

He would never do anything

plucked a check from his wallet instead.

want this?”

would spare Olivia the headache of securing funds for her father’s medical bills. However,

“This money is all

look on Olivia’s face changed instantly, and her hand shot up in an attempt to slap him across

by the wrist, and as Olivia

tightened, and his tone became harsher. “Oh? You don’t want to do it? He’ll have to die in the hospital then.

Olivia’s face as she asked, “Why did you

the rest of her life was

light from the nearby lamp post illuminated

you’re not going to say it, right?” He released his grasp on her and slowly tore the check

shoved her away and told her in a tone devoid of emotions, “I’ve given you a

hands, just like the

continued to flow. She looked like a child who had lost everything

turned to leave, and just when he was about to get in his car, he heard a thud. He turned around to see her figure lying unconscious on

as he asked, “Mr. Miller, Mrs. Miller’s passed out. Should we send her to

he looked at Kelvin. “Are you

working for Ethan for a

that Mr. Miller had been head over heels for Mrs. Miller in the past, but his entire personality seemed to

was his employer’s family matter, so he dared not probe further.

drove further and further away. Ethan looked at Olivia through the rearview mirror and found that she still had not gotten up. The look of disdain

improved in

she was young to prevent her from being a target of bullying.

was no way someone as fit and healthy