Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

Chapter 739

After staying in the hospital for a week, Olivia was discharged.

She had been recovering for a week. So now, she could get out of bed and walk around on her own.

Still, her red blood cells and white blood cells had very low counts. She would feel dizzy every day, and

she was still extremely weak.

But it was already great news to her that she could leave the hospital.

When Olivia returned to the Miller residence, Sharon spoke as she moved Olivia’s wheelchair.

“Mrs. Miller, Mr. Miller has prepared a room for you on the first floor. You can go out into the yard from there. Just concentrate on recuperating. I’m sure you’ll get better in the future.”

“Alright.”

Ethan was probably worried that he might stimulate her, so he never appeared in front of her in recent

days.

But Olivia knew that most of the time, he waited until she was asleep to sneak in and watch over her.

When she woke up, he would leave quietly.

Olivia didn’t understand why he would do that. He had his wife and children, so why was he investing so

much effort in her?

Olivia was in a better mood now that he wasn’t around. After returning to her room, the first thing

do was to take

week she was hospitalized, Sharon took great care of her. Picking

her

the brush down, her hair fell in dense heaps. Lots

well.

as she looked at the hair on

forgot about the numerous side

her hair would be

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die, she would

tissue, she picked up the hair that had fallen onto the floor. She wanted to pretend as if nothing had

down, her hair kept falling. She felt her head getting heavy, so she could only sit down slowly as she leaned against

across her mind, and she saw herself in

bathroom. Holding the showerhead in his hand, he poured water on

and over again.

her from head to toe. The coldness

causing her immense suffering.

let her off. But the only response she received was

colder attitude.

so long ago, but Olivia could still feel the

it seemed

rolled down

be so cruel that he

door. Sharon asked worriedly, “Are you okay, Mrs. Miller? Should I come in

help?”

suppressed the sobs in her voice. “It’s okay.