Olivia looked at the paper in her hand. It was the address of a cemetery.

Was Ethan’s sister dead?

Even so, what did her father have to do with her death?

If anyone were to know what kind of person her father was, it would be Olivia. And she knew he was not one to harm others, let alone a young woman.

She knew that Brent and Kelvin would not disclose more information and decided to stop probing them. It was silent all the way to the Millers’ residence. Olivia had mixed feelings when they arrived.

Brent politely asked her, “Mrs. Miller, would you like to go inside?”

“No, thanks. I’ll wait for him here.”

This was the final time she would meet him, and it was only to settle their divorce. She did not want to cause more trouble for herself. Besides, every single thing in there would remind her of their time together, and she refused to reminisce about the past.

He was to blame for cherishing her so much back then. Even though he had become colder and more indifferent to her over time, she would never forget how kind and loving he had been.

He should have been someone she hated to the core, but she could not find it in her heart to do so.

The ignition was not turned off, and the inside of the car was warm and comfortable. She was the only one left in the car now.

Her stomach started to hurt again, and she curled up into a fetal position and waited for the sky to brighten up. After that, she shifted into a position where she hugged her knees tightly to her chest.

It was winter, so the days were short and the nights long. It was already seven in the morning now, yet the sky was still rather dark. The leaves had fallen from the apple tree in the garden, making her thoughts drift off to some time in the past.

During the apple season, she yearned to have a taste of apple cider. Knowing this, Ethan helped to pick the fruits for her.

she knew was amiable and approachable. He was an excellent cook, and he spoiled her like

toward the tree. It

Even the tree had changed; only a couple of dried leaves hung from the branches now. Its sorry state

a thin knitted shirt stood

today than the past few days. The first rays of the sun

glowed under it, making her look like a fairy who would vanish into thin air in the blink of an eye. Her hands were bandaged, but her countenance was pale,

look at him but was

“Mhmm?” He hummed.

stood close to each other, yet their hearts were far

apple cider

and took some time to respond. “The apple season has passed. Stop wasting

she muttered, “Can you treat it as my

three months. He turned to look at the barren tree. In a slightly softer

Next year …

rough bark of the tree. She wouldn’t be

“Yes.”

if I die?” She

and his thoughts became empty. For a moment, it felt like he

himself and calmly said, “Fine. It’s just some apple cider. Come on

corner of her lips turning up into a smile. “Are you afraid of me dying?” she thought

of taking revenge on him. She wondered what kind of expression he

took out the box of frozen apples from the fridge to defrost. Olivia watched as he busied

least it was something worth

by the fireplace and started roasting marshmallows. The sweetness permeated the air, reminding her of how Ethan’s grandmother would never fail to rush

Olivia really well, as if she were her own granddaughter. Sadly, she passed away two years ago.

stood cold and empty. Ethan’s grandmother was no longer here to

finishing the roasted marshmallows and gulping down a glass of warm water, she felt that her stomach did not hurt as much as before. She could smell the pleasant scent

some of the soup into a thermos flask and into a

fallen from being his

that question. Yet, she continued to turn a blind eye to the truth of their relationship by reminding herself of how sweet he was to her

is ready,” Ethan said, unaware

you.” Olivia stared at the mug in her hands. It tasted just the same as before, but she had already

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