Even After Death Novel (Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller) novel Chapter 978

Chapter 978

Brent had specially selected a spot under a tree for Ethan so Ethan could lean against the trunk for support.

Ethan was visibly weak now.

He was like a candle with wax slowly dripping from it. When the last drop of wax was spent, that was when the light would go out.

The mountain breeze picked up. Ethan felt his mind becoming a little clearer.

He spoke slowly.

“Brent, the thing I regretted the most in my life was agreeing to Marina’s unreasonable requests and taking out my anger toward the Fordhams on Liv.

“If it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t have suffered so much.

“We wouldn’t have to be separated from each other, and our family wouldn’t have to be apart. It can’t even be called a family at this point.”

Brent said, “Mr. Miller, you had your reasons. Please don’t say that.”

“Hah, reasons. In the past, I deceived everyone with that excuse, including myself. But no one would hurt others just because they had reasons.”

Ethan said softly, “When I was a child, I hated my father. I swore that if I had someone I liked in the future, I would treasure her, spoil her, and love her.

“I swore that I would give her a happy family. But in the end, I hurt her deeply while claiming that it was love.

“I repented, but time won’t turn back, and Liv won’t forgive me, either. I deserved this ending. I can’t blame it on anyone else.”

People would have an unusual clarity of mind when their lives were ending. Because they couldn’t see the future, they would become extra aware of the past.

He leafed through his memories like an old man repetitively counting and wrapping his money with a handkerchief that had turned white from one too many washes.

“Alright, there’s no point in saying these things anymore. I deserved this. Liv was right when she said that we won’t meet each other ever again.

“In the end, I’m leaving without my wife or my children to see me off.”

Brent held Ethan’s hand. The joints on Ethan’s hand were well-defined, and his hand was the slender hand of a grown man. But it trembled violently like an old man’s.