Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

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Olivia knew his identity, but she was just one person. There was nothing she could do to change the

situation. Even if she killed Wayne, Carathia's assault wouldn't stop.

Arlandia was forced to respond in kind, but fighting violence with more violence wasn't ideal.

She didn't know how Wayne could talk about something like that so casually. She composed herself

and asked, "Who are you, really?"

"You just need to provide treatment for me. You don't have to concern yourself with anything else."

Olivia looked troubled. She didn't want to talk about it anymore.

She said calmly, "I need to use the bathroom. Go lay in bed. I'll examine you properly later. Your issue

is not with your head alone."

Wayne raised his chin. Olivia locked the door as soon as she entered the bathroom.

Since nothing happened last night, it seemed like their suspicion of her had been dispelled.

It was a great opportunity because Wayne had just showered. She noticed that he wasn't wearing the

ring on his fingers. It was possible that he left it in the bathroom.

Olivia went through the clothes he took off carefully. She even checked his innerwear. Why wasn't the

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ring here?

Did he not bring it with him on this trip?

Olivia frowned. Washing her hands, she exited the bathroom.

Wayne was lying in bed as per her instructions. He had his limbs outstretched, and the towel was

slightly parted. Olivia could see most of his thighs clearly.

She quickly turned away. This man was incredibly crude.

She sat down by the bed and placed a finger on his wrist to feel his pulse. If the ring wasn't with him,

she had to go back to Carathia with him.

She would only get an opportunity to get the ring if he trusted her completely. So, she examined him

very carefully. She moved her finger away after a while.

"How's Mr. Maxwell doing, Ms. Ophelia?"

Olivia snorted. "The problem isn't just in his head. There are dozens of different issues, including some

heart problems."

Alan didn't believe it when Wayne said Olivia was a doctor. But he was convinced at that moment.

"You're right. Mr. Maxwell suffered a head injury in the past. Although he had surgery for it, the results

weren't really that good. The chances of another success with cranial surgery are low. That's why no

doctors dare to try it.

"It's also the cause of Mr. Maxwell's headaches. The same goes for his heart. I've heard that Vanessa's

a great doctor, but we looked for a year and couldn't find her. Can you fix him?"

"I can't say for sure, but I'll try my best."

"You're third-rate," Wayne said snobbily.

Olivia had the urge to sew his mouth up.

"Don't give me that look. Just be honest and give a straight answer. You're just a third-rate doctor,

aren't you?"

"Sure. I'll say I can do the cranial surgery. Will you have the guts to get onto the operating table? I've

got nothing to lose. If you die during the operation, just do better in your next life."

"Mr. Maxwell, please stop aggravating her. I think Ms. Ophelia is actually quite skilled. Please treat Mr.

Maxwell's head, Ms. Ophelia."

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"No can do."

"Alright."

Wayne sat up and looked at Alan. "I remember that you captured some stinking rats a few days ago,

right? Bring them here."

Olivia felt a little uneasy. Then, she saw Alan bringing a few people over.

Those people had tanned skin, round eyes, thick brows, and were wearing rags. They were clearly

refugees from Dexim City.

They looked like they had been starved for a few days. They looked weak, but one of them had some

strength left in him and started cursing. He cursed in the local language, which Olivia only understood a

little of.

It was clear he was cursing up a storm from his outraged expression.

"What are you planning to do?" Olivia asked.

A dagger appeared in Wayne's hands out of nowhere. He had a devilish smile on his face as he stuck

that dagger into that man's chest.

Blood splattered everywhere, and some stained her blue shirt.

The man fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, looking in Olivia's direction. Blood quickly pooled

on the floor.

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