Even After Death by Lilting Champ

Chapter 104

Marina found Olivia’s question hilarious. “If I’m not his mother, who else is? You?”

“If you are his mother, you shouldn’t be this cold–blanded. He’s having an allergic reaction and has fallen from the stairs

“The first thing you did isn’t protect him and comfort him, but to attack me. Do you even call yourself a mother?”

Marina said, “Now that Ethan’s here, don’t assume that you’ll be able to restore his feelings for you by defening me

“Ethan was there when I gave birth to Connor. He knows very well that I am Connor’s mother”

Olivia couldn’t care less to continue the boring topic with her.

The incident proved that some people were unsuitable to be a mother because of their inherent character.

Connor’s nanny rushed over with a basin of water. Olivia took his top off to place the naplón on him.

But something was weird.

Kids usually cried or threw a tantrum when they suffered from itchy rashes.

quiet. His eyes were fixated on her as he grasped the hem of her

he wasn’t afraid as long as she stayed by his

there. What are you doing to my son?” Marina

shot her a cold look. “It will contract the veins and stave the itchiness off. He’s not feeling well

The worst case scenario is that it

something, but Ethan stopped her

the two years, it was the first time Olivia witnessed him treating Marina

clearly felt wronged about it. Soon, she began causing

been extra careful when it comes to Connor’s diet. Why

ate half a slice of

“Olivia Fordham, how dare you feed him a honey cake! You knew that he’s

was surprised to

residence and offered a honey

as a guest. And yet, you have an ulterior motive. Just come at me if you

that. Ethan, look at my neck. She was trying to

Anyone that hurt Connor would be in

shift the blame to Olivia, he would let the incident

that Marina was setting her up all along. That was why Marina requested a honey

that Marina wouldn’t have kept her promise even if Olivia had disfigured her face and left

son to her advantage would never keep