Even After Death Novel (Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller) novel Chapter 1239

The man was weakened to begin with. That stab was enough to kill him instantly.

Some of the blood stained the soles of Olivia's shoes.

She had killed some people over the years too. But she had a bottom line. She only killed people who deserved to die.

Judging from these people's attire, they were just citizens who loved their own country. The man's expression looked a lot like Mona's before he died. Both of them were innocent people who died because of her.

No matter how much time passed, she still couldn't get used to a situation like this.

Olivia touched her own face subconsciously. For a moment, it was like she could feel the warmth and sensation of Mona's blood on her face.

Wayne was pleased by her shocked expression. He slowly walked next to the dead man, crouched down, and pulled that dagger out of his chest.

He twirled the dagger in his hand. He was about to stick the dagger into another person's chest.

Olivia grabbed his hand. "Don't do it!"

The dagger in his raised hand still had the blood of the dead man on it. It flowed from the blade and dripped onto Olivia's face.

"Can you treat me now?" Wayne asked in a whisper, like the murmurs of the devil.

Olivia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Alright, I'll do it."

Wayne clapped his hands. Alan called some people over to drag the frightened refugees and the dead body away.

If it weren't for the blood on the floor, Olivia would've thought it was all a dream.

She had read about Wayne's savagery on his file. But the words weren't as convincing as what she saw in person.

Wayne took some tissues and cleaned the blood off his blade. Then, he went back to the bed and lay down.

"Let's begin."

Olivia picked up a silver needle and eyed his neck.