Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

Brent explained, "She's a famous doctor, not a country bumpkin. You're not wearing a mask, so it's not weird that she recognizes you, Mr. Miller."

Ethan's brows slightly creased. "Is that so?"

"Yeah. It could be because famous doctors have a certain ego. But she did her best to detox you," Kelvin added.

Ethan couldn't put a finger on it. He kept feeling that the doctor treated him differently from others.

Perhaps he was overthinking it.

Noticing that he was still alive, Krystal threw herself at him with reddened eyes.

"Sova, I was worried sick about you."

Ethan trusted his guts and shifted to the other side, dodging her hug. "I'm fine. Sorry for keeping you waiting. I still have to stay for treatment. You should go back home."

She gaped in surprise. She jumped through hoops to get there. Yet, the first thing he said was a request for her to leave.

"Sova, I wanna look after you. You can't see. I've applied for a leave. Don't worry about it."

and Brent looking after me.

her feet. "What is inconvenient? We're both single. Besides, haven't we always looked after each other

happened to pass by the room at that time. Now, she finally realized that it had always been

up with a mocking

shameless. Can't you understand that he's rejecting you? Can't believe you're still throwing

hatred upon receiving a urine splash from Wendy is

and I are getting along well. You're just being salty about it

that

to slap her before

slap echoed clearly against the four

her room after a

moves that Krystal was left

with widened eyes, still unable to register what

you just slap

question as she stared at Krystal icily.

came from a

Ethan, she wouldn't have chosen that route. She would've still been

a vile temper. "How dare you slap you? Who do you think you are, you ugly swine?