Even After Death Novel (Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller) novel Chapter 558

Chapter 558

The next morning, Olivia entered Jeff’s room one last time. She stared at the bedridden man, who was skin and bone.

His muscles had shrunken, and his face was haggard.

The pungent smell of medicine lingered in the air.

Olivia didn’t have the courage to enter the room before this.

She was aware that the day she made up her mind would be the day she bid farewell.

Thick layers of snow filled the yard after a snowy night.

Olivia drew the thick curtains to open the window, letting the sunlight and wind in.

“Dad, I bet it’s been a long time since you last got some fresh air outside. It’s winter again. It’s snowing.”

Although Olivia’s right hand wasn’t as sensitive as her left hand, she could make simple movements with it.

She scooped the snow and began molding it into a snow rabbit.

“I remember you’d always have snow fights and build a snowman with me in the yard whenever it snowed. Your craftsmanship is always on point.

“I once said that when you’re old, I will push you in a wheelchair so that we can have a snow fight and build a snowman. But I guess we can’t anymore.

“Dad, you’ve always been the young and handsome father to me. But today, I suddenly realized that you’re already old. Your shoulders aren’t as broad as before. It has been tough for you to come this far, right?”

She cried while smiling. “Sorry for making you stay again and again because of my selfishness. I won’t do the same now. I’m going to set you free, Dad.”

Her tears fell onto Jeff’s face. “Actually, I found out that you’re not my biological father some time ago. But so what? To me, you will always be my father.

“Even if you’re no longer by my side, I will keep those memories I had with you and the lessons you taught me to guide me ahead.”

As she finished bedding farewell, the doctors swarmed the room. “Mrs. Miller.”

Tears pooled in her eyes as she said, “Do it.”

Someone switched the ventilator off while someone removed the tubes from Jeff one by one.

Olivia placed the snow rabbit on Jeff’s palm.

“I love you, Dad.”

The warm sheen of sunlight caressed his palm, slowly melting the snow rabbit.

His skinny fingers slightly tightened as though he was trying to hold the snow rabbit.