Even After Death

Chapter 67

Staring at the door that seemed shut forever, she lost hope.

No matter how many times she got trapped, the ending was the same.

Last time, she lost her baby. Would it be her turn this time to die?

She remembered that Ethan had arrived half an hour late to her room from Marina’s room. Hopeless, she demanded to know, “Why did you choose to save her?”

“Because you know how to swim.”

The tears that had welled up in her eyes finally rolled down her cheek when she heard his answer.

She was a pregnant woman, not an immortal. When she fell into the water, her legs were tangled in a web of fishing nets as

well.

He always thought she was indestructible. That was why he must have believed she could withstand the cold shower. She’d at most fall sick from the flu. He had no idea that an insignificant flu might be deadly for a cancer patient post–chemo.

Thinking he was in control of everything in this world, he shall pay for his hubris this time.

She was no longer concerned about a thing in this world except for Jeff. Like a crucified prisoner, she held on, head hung low, waiting for death to knock on her door.

An eternity later, the door creaked open. She looked up and saw a tall figure appearing before her.

Forcing herself to stay awake, she watched as he advanced and stood right in front of her. He questioned, “Liv, have you recognized your fault by now?”

How was it her fault? She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it, but she was numb all over.

What else could she say? She asked for this. She moved her lips like a dying fish. “Ethan, I was wrong.”

His lips curled into a smile in the darkness as he untied her in no time. What followed was her body hanging limply and her frigid remark. “Meeting you in this life was a mistake.”

When Brent switched on the lights, Ethan noticed the bloody mess on her wrists. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

She would rather injure her wrists in an attempt to free herself. It was different from her past self, who would whimper and complain about the prick of a needle.

He lifted her in his arms. Strands of her dark hair were plastered across her lifeless face. She looked like a porcelain doll.

He felt his chest tighten. He was confused by her weak condition. She was once strong enough to go swimming in the winter. How could a cold shower wear her out?

“Olivia, stop acting.”

He stared at the lifeless body in his arms and touched her cheek. She was cold. Shaking, he screamed, “Call the doctor!”

A terrified Brent quickly called the family doctor.

Ethan was distressed. He thought that half an hour of standing under the cold shower was a enough punishment without pushing her to her limits. Why did this happen to her?

He started taking off her clothes to administer first aid.

Thankfully, she was still breathing, albeit her breaths were shallow.