Even After Death by Lilting Champ

Chapter 33

Olivia was beautiful. Even when she wept, she looked alluring. It was heart–aching to see someone so beautiful and so sad.

Brent said to her softly, “Madam, Mr. Miller is waiting for you.”

Olivia snapped back to reality. She reached out to wipe the tears from her face. She suddenly started sobbing again.

“Oh, Brent. I must look awful, don’t I?”

Brent had worked for Ethan for many years. He was no stranger to how vibrant his wife was. In the short span of two years, he gathered that she was like a withering flower: yet to witness her full bloom, and perhaps may never get to.

“Don’t worry. You still look beautiful. No one is as beautiful as you are.” Brent handed her a tissue.

hate people who cry easily. I’m slowly becoming someone I hate. I’ve become someone I swore

holding on?” He knew that Ethan had spent the whole night thinking and changing the terms

responsible for it, was barely alive. He had tormented and

to ensure her a comfortable life for the rest

was the wise decision now. Olivia knew when to back down. Did she think that there was a chance that Ethan would change

she wanted to go back in again. She was repeating her mistake and bringing

didn’t answer the question but said, “If my baby was still alive, they would be about their

something but stopped himself. In the end, he just said, “Madam, you’re still young. There will be another chance for you to

sighed. “I’m not having

that something was off. He wanted to ask more, but Olivia said,

in the car. The aloof look on his face showed indifference. He didn’t even turn to look at her. After via got into the car, he folded his arms. He was

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herself into

with hatred and wanted to get back at him. Once she saw the evidence, she was conflicted. She