By keeping her diagnosis a secret, Olivia was making a bet with herself. If Ethan still loved her, she’d turn her death into her revenge against him. Even when she was dying, she wanted to make sure that he carried the guilt with him forever.

However, if Ethan did not love her anymore, it would be pointless to inform him about her diagnosis. Not only would she humiliate herself, but it’d also give Marina a good laugh.

With that in mind, Olivia left the bathroom and went downstairs. Madam Burgess had laid out a feast with many of her favorite types of food.

Olivia invited Madam Burgess to dine with her. The lady wiped her hands on her apron and served Olivia some soup.

“Here’s some fruit soup that Mr. Miller specifically asked me to make for you. I told you that he still cares about you, didn’t I?”

The dishes were a little on the heavier and spicier side than what Olivia preferred. She erred toward the opposite of Ethan’s palate, who preferred bland dishes.

In the past, they always had different dishes for their meals to accommodate their different taste buds. Now that she was ill, she could no longer take heavy foods.

“Mrs. Miller, why aren’t you eating? I’m sure that my cooking is as good as before. When Mr. Miller has his meals at home, he’d ask me to make food with a little more spice.”

her a surprised glance because she knew that

he’s not living with you, he wants me to make your favorite food. Back then, you had to force–feed

on his

to admit. He always choked on the spice and had

it all! Ethan ended up trying spicy foods, which she had to give up because of her illness. Perhaps, that was why they would never make a good

lent her

wave of relief washed over her when she heard his voice.

was greeted with silence,

and he had pretty much pieced together the

Keith, I’m sorry

being hard on me when we were at City Hall

getting at. “Keith, I couldn’t call you because my phone was confiscated. How’s

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