Even After Death by Lilting Champ

Brent said, “I feel like you’ve changed, Mr. Miller.” “In the past, I always thought that my arrangements were the best decisions for her.

But in reality, I’ve hurt her time and again.

Moreover, it’s not a bad thing for Liv to fake her death.

“She can fool me and also her enemy, so this can indeed be the safest route for her.

She doesn’t have to constantly worry about being assassinated.” Brent said, “So, Mr. Miller, other than putting on this act to deceive Mrs. Miller, you’re also trying to fool the enemy.” “Only then can we have more time to investigate.

This is the time when that person will let down their guard.

But before that, I have something to do.” “What is it?” “I have to clear some obstacles.” News of Olivia dying from her incurable disease quickly spread.

Olivia’s funeral was held tonight, and almost everyone from the upper-class society attended it.

Janice’s eyes were red.

She quite liked this daughter-in-law of hers, but sadly, Olivia passed away too early.

Harold still hadn’t recovered.

Standing in the hall with a dazed look on his face, he asked Edmund, “Who died?” Edmund had a pained look on his face.

“Please stop asking, Mr. Harold.” The others were discussing it as well.

“I heard that Mr. Miller loves his wife very much.” “It can’t be that much, can it? Wasn’t he preparing to marry another woman some time ago?” “You’re right.

pitiful woman.” Marina didn’t have the right to

heard of Olivia’s death, she was so overwhelmed that

had finally

snatch Ethan from her anymore!

finally outlasted

people

was still wearing a

usually clean chin now had stubble

on his face, and his eyes

looked like he had aged

of

almost couldn’t recognize

affected by Olivia’s death, but he didn’t expect Ethan to

if Ethan had turned

slowly walked up to Olivia’s

taken in her

and cheery, and her smile

to

that time would freeze at

have to go

recalled everything they had gone through

her of all her strength, pride, and dignity and then trampled them

into an extremely pitiful

thought, “I’m