Even After Death by Lilting Champ

Chapter 1433

Olivia leaned in Ethan’s embrace, feeling as if everything was like a dream.

She had returned to this house which had brought her joy and endless pain.

Undoubtedly, she had shared sweet moments with Ethan when they were just married.

Back then, she would learn to cook various dishes at home while waiting for Ethan to come back.

She would take care of the flowers and plants in the yard over and over again.

She would also wash all the clothes Ethan took off, dry them, iron them, and then place them back in the wardrobe.

There would always be a bouquet of flowers on the table, which brought life to the house.

After she lost her child, she wept every day.

At that time, the house was like a cage that trapped her.

She could no longer feel joy.

It was especially so for the baby room she had decorated herself.

After her incident of falling into the ocean, she would curl up on the small crib as she constantly thought about her premature son.

Now, Olivia heard movements coming from that room.

It sounded like music played by a toy.

The children were all playing with the kittens in the master bedroom, so who could be in the baby room? Olivia opened the door to the room.

When she left back then, she had destroyed all the decorations in this room.

had restored the

tall child was standing beside the

call him a child, for

he was only nine

a small rattle in his hands, and the

door being opened, he turned

hold back the tears anymore as she dashed up to

“Connor."

“Mommy."

each other

this day for nine years, and

I missed

years, Connor had many moments

Olivia didn't like him, and that

just

missed his

room and told him that before he was even born, Olivia had personally

of baby clothes

had very much looked forward to the birth of

else, so she couldn't possibly have

Olivia's tears dripping

Those tears were burning.

“I'm so sorry, Connor."

lot, but she didn't

only repeat

fault for not protecting you

never blamed

this room that Connor realized how much his