Even After Death Novel (Olivia)

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Chapter 971

Krystal was dumbfounded. Why wasn't she playing by the rules?

“Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think you're in a TV show?" Wendy mocked.

“Get lost. Don't make a mess of my place!" she yelled as she covered Willow's eyes with her hand.

"Don't look at her. You'll soil your eyes."

Krystal returned to the room, drenched from head to toe.

She cursed aloud, "Who does that weird old hag think she is? She could've just said she wasn't going to help! What

did she pour all over me anyway? Why does it stink so much?"

Kelvin pinched his nose and backed away. "Stay away, Krystal. I think that's probably urine that has been stored for

a long time. I'm sure you wouldn't want Mr. Miller to faint from the stench."

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Krystal was almost in tears. "Urine? How could she pour urine on me?"

Joel sighed. "If I remember correctly, urine is used to ward off the evil spirits here."

"But I'm a living and breathing human being. Why would she use urine to drive me away?"

"It's all because you ran your mouth. Aunt Wendy was perfectly fine at first. Her attitude changed when you said

you were Mr. Miller's fiancee."

"Has she lost her mind because no one ever wanted her? That's how it goes in TV shows. The people in the shows

are usually moved by the woman's sincerity and help her husband out. How would I know she'd be completely

different?"

Not only did Krystal fail to move Wendy, but she was even doused with urine. Such misfortune.

"There's a stream over there. You should go wash up. We'll think of another way. There's no turning back now. Mr.

Miller only has one more day to live."

Brent decided to take the risk of getting urine or feces thrown at him and ask Wendy for help. He had to give it a try

even if it wouldn't work. It was much better than waiting for Ethan to die. I'll go with you, Brent. I'm thick-skinned;

I'm not afraid of whatever she might throw at us."

Joel went with them. Chris was the only one left in the room. He sighed when he looked at Ethan, who was clutching

his sleeves because he was in immense pain.

"Why did you put yourself through this?"

Ethan could've ended the women with a single shot, but he froze because of her face, which looked like Olivia's.

That was why he ended up the way he was.

"She wouldn't even know what happened to you if you died here." Ethan's organs were affected by the poison. He

couldn't really hear or smell anything. When he tried to talk, he could only make unintelligible groaning sounds.

Just then, the little girl returned. The bells on the little girl's shoes jingled. She looked like she was just about two or

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three years old. Her innocent face was delicate and beautiful.

For some reason, Chris couldn't help but feel like he'd seen this little girl somewhere before. The little girl bore a

resemblance to Olivia.

However, her resemblance to Olivia was miniscule. Her features revealed her mixed heritage.

“Is your name Willow? Chris asked gently as he knelt with his hands on his knees.

Willow walked past him as if she hadn't heard him and went straight to Ethan.

Ethan could only vaguely see the outline of a young girl. He reached out slowly. He couldn't see the girl's features

clearly due to his impaired vision, but he instinctively felt close to her.

He then felt a soft touch on his palm. Her hand was so small and soft, just like Connor's when he was younger.

However, he had forgotten what Connor looked like when he was younger after so much time. All he remembered

was that he was very small and fragile.

Willow gently held his hand.

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