Even After Death Novel (Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller) novel Chapter 1431

Ethan had always been clear with his feelings. Back then, when he hated Olivia, he was extremely cold to her. Now, he had sincerely repented, so he couldn't have done something so hypocritical.

At least, Olivia didn't blame him for this matter.

"Liv…"

Olivia took his hand and raised it. Then, she gently wiped away the blood on his hand and placed a band-aid on the wound.

"Come on, the children are still waiting for your food."

Ethan lowered his head, meeting Olivia's gentle gaze. His heart ached terribly, and he felt extremely remorseful toward her.

He had treated Olivia cruelly back then, but she was still willing to stay by his side and let bygones be bygones.

The two interlaced their fingers in the snow as they walked back into the house.

Ethan made the meal while the twins ran around outside. Willow was herb-imbued since birth, so she had an excellent physique. However, at that moment, she quietly stayed by Olivia's side.

Olivia played chess with Willow. The room was so quiet that only the sounds of the chess pieces being placed on the board could be heard.

Willow was thoughtful and smart, but she just couldn't speak.

In the past few years, Olivia had asked the best doctors to treat Willow. She had used every trick in the book. But in the end, she still couldn't cure Willow.

Olivia was always extra patient when spending time with Willow. She would play with the child and laugh along with her.

Willow was the youngest child, but she had the steadiest and most mature personality.

Pointing at Ethan in the kitchen, Willow signed, "Mommy, have you made peace with him?"

She remembered that back in the village, Olivia was still very cold to Ethan. But this time, after coming back, the two seemed to be on much better terms with each other.

Olivia returned the question, "Do you hope that I can make peace with him?"

Willow placed her last piece. Even though she had lost, Olivia didn't gain any advantage.

She pointed at the board. "Life is like chess."

Losing was winning, and winning meant losing as well.