Even After Death Novel (Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller) novel Chapter 746

Janice gazed at Leia's face.

Even though she couldn't make out the burn marks on Leia's face, she heard that Leia had undergone dozens of skin transplant surgeries to get to her current look.

Janice's heart ached terribly.

If she hadn't had mental problems back then, she wouldn't have harmed her biological daughter.

“You should leave.

She's doing very well right now, and she loves researching and developing drugs.

But your existence is harmful to her." Janice stared at her.

"I'm just looking." As if sensing something, Leia walked over to the two.

But she could only see the sheer white of the glass.

She smiled self-mockingly.

Janice never loved her at all.

How could Janice be here to see her? Meanwhile, in the Miller residence, Brent handed the antidote to Ethan right away.

"This is the antidote, Mr. Miller.

When Mrs. Miller takes it, she will be able to recover all her memories." "...

Alright." With his hands behind his back, he stood before the large floor-to- ceiling windows, mumbling.

"It must be dawn soon, yes?" “That's right." With the antidote in his hands, Ethan slowly walked out.

It was time to end everything.

He knew that as soon as he gave Olivia the antidote, it wouldn't matter if Olivia could survive or not.

They would never be together again for the rest of their lives.

Because of all those things he had done to Olivia in the past, she hated him to the core.

As the first rays of dawn shone into the room, Olivia slowly opened her eyes.

Sharon's gentle voice rang out.

"Mrs. Miller, the weather is great today.

Would you like to go outside and get some sun?" “Alright." Olivia glanced at the sunlight outside, which blinded her eyes a little.

She probably wouldn't have many days left to see sunlight like this.

Her body was weak and helpless, so she could only sit in the wheelchair as Sharon brought her to the dining room.

In the kitchen, she saw a man in a white shirt waving a spatula around.

Olivia guessed that the food she ate in the past few days, which tasted familiar, must be Ethan's cooking.

Soon, various delicious breakfast foods and snacks were laid out before her.

She didn't have an appetite at all.

"You don't have to put in this much effort.

I don't have the appetite, anyway." Ethan looked at her with a gentle gaze.

"Still, you have to eat something.” "Fine, I'll treat it as my last breakfast." Picking up a spoon, she drank the fragrant soup.

The tastes of the separate ingredients blended very well.

His cooking was great.

"Did you cook often in the past?" Perhaps because she was going to die, Olivia spoke in a calm voice.

Ethan shook his head.