Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

Chapter 976

Ethan hadn't eaten in two days.

Oddly enough, the cucumber-like fruit exuded a faint fragrance that helped him regain some appetite.

He took a few bites of it. It was juicy, and the juice was refreshing and sweet.

Everywhere the juice landed on felt a little rejuvenating, and his pain was relieved a lot.

“Is this medicine?" he asked Willow.

Willow nodded. Then, she gave him more produce he had never seen before. He wasn't even sure if they were fruits or vegetables.

Ethan hastily ate them. They couldn't rid him of the toxins, but they did replenish some of his energy.

His body got a little better.

"Thank you, Willow." He reached out again, caressing Willow's head.

He couldn't help but say, "I wonder who your parents are to have given birth to such a caring and adorable child as you."

Willow blinked as she looked at him. Alicia looked a lot like him, so Willow wondered if he was her father.

Willow was deep in thought when Ethan removed his hand from her head.

much time left, so I have to make use of every second I have. I

well-behaved child. Ethan wanted to play with her

running out

things he hadn't mentioned in his will. After

the whole night. He could feel that his life,

again. Fortunately, he had completed his will. He wanted to save his remaining

wane so fast, but he was constantly using up energy, so the toxin spread

wrote his last letter to Connor. The letter was very long, and he mostly wrote about his

that he wasn't a good father and that he couldn't

forced to carry the

had always loved Connor, but he couldn't keep

wrote to his mother. In

all, their relationship was quite cold throughout the years. He mostly asked his mother to take

that if she met Olivia in the future, he wanted her to be nice to Olivia and

Zack and

first met the two,

they should be around five years old, so they must have gotten a good grasp of the world

for not being around in

promised that after he died, he would watch over them as they

waiting for a chance in the future when someone would hand the letters

the last sheets of

blurry, like someone with severe nearsightedness. Also, it was only getting worse as time ticked

lot. Near the end, his hands were trembling, and his