Even After Death by Lilting Champ

After staying in the hospital for a week, Olivia was discharged.

She had been recovering for a week. So now, she could get out of bed and walk around on her own.

Still, her red blood cells and white blood cells had very low counts. She would feel dizzy every day, and she was still extremely weak.

But it was already great news to her that she could leave the hospital.

When Olivia returned to the Miller residence, Sharon spoke as she moved Olivia’s wheelchair.

“Mrs. Miller, Mr. Miller has prepared a room for you on the first floor. You can go out into the yard from there. Just concentrate on recuperating. I’m sure you’ll get better in the future.”

“Alright.”

Ethan was probably worried that he might stimulate her, so he never appeared in front of her in recent days.

But Olivia knew that most of the time, he waited until she was asleep to sneak in and watch over her.

When she woke up, he would leave quietly.

Olivia didn’t understand why he would do that. He had his wife and children, so why was he investing so

much effort in her?

in a better mood now that he wasn’t around.

to do was to

care of her. Picking up a brush, Olivia

her messy

she moved the brush down, her hair fell in dense heaps. Lots of her hair was caught on

the

had been suffering for the past few days, and she almost forgot about the numerous side effects of chemotherapy. One of the most prominent side

sessions, her hair

if she didn’t die, she

picked up the hair that had fallen onto the floor. She wanted to pretend as

shower rained down, her hair kept falling. She felt her head getting heavy, so she could only sit down slowly as she leaned against

across her mind, and she saw

had tied her up in the bathroom. Holding the showerhead in his hand, he poured water

drenched her from head to toe. The coldness ate

causing her immense suffering.

her off. But the only response she received was the man’s even

had happened so long ago, but Olivia

it seemed to penetrate her

rolled down her

Ethan would be so cruel that he would hurt her

the door. Sharon asked worriedly, “Are you okay, Mrs. Miller? Should I come in