Chapter 137

The man laughed mockingly. “Everyone thinks that Ethan is a devoted man, that he’s always been a

gentleman. No one mentioned that he had an ex–wife.”

Clenching her fingers tightly, Olivia said with a sorrowful expression, “I was just a plaything to him. He

wouldn’t have allowed anyone to know about me. Last night was the anniversary of my son’s passing. I

snuck on the ship to steal Connor away, but you beat me to the punch.”

“Your son died, but why did you want to steal their son?”

Olivia said slowly, “I wanted his son to accompany mine in death! Have you any idea how I’ve been

living this past year? I’ve never had a good night’s sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see my son on

the operating table. I …”

Olivia got emotional as she started to cry. Her tears fell onto the dagger’s blade, tracing along the blade

to the man’s hand.

Moving the dagger away, he exclaimed, “Why are you crying? I didn’t do anything to you!”

Olivia turned into a vengeful woman. She didn’t care that the man beside her wasn’t Ethan. She just

kept cursing and complaining about how bad of a person Ethan was.

Meanwhile, outside the cabin, Tom was chewing on a blade of grass. He had a mischievous expression

as he said to Jerry,” Hey, do you think Jack has fallen for the woman? He’s been with her the whole

night.”

“Stop talking nonsense. He’s seen his fair share of women. He won’t fall for her so easily. I bet he

thinks she’s suspicious. He’s keeping an eye on her so that she doesn’t escape.”

“If she was suspicious, he would’ve thrown her overboard last night. If he didn’t want her to escape, he

could’ve tied her up. He didn’t have to stay up all night and watch over her. He must have fallen for her.

Honestly, I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman before.”

“She should have woken up. Let’s go in and take a look. Jack is probably torturing her for information. I

hope he doesn’t kill her.”

They took off their masks and opened the door. What they saw stunned them.

The usually imposing Jack Stone was standing beside the bed awkwardly, trying to comfort Olivia, “You

can’t bring the dead. back with your crying.”

Olivia was not only sobbing uncontrollably, but she was also using the sleeves of Jack’s jacket to blow

her nose.

“Isn’t Ethan an asshole?”

“Yeah, he’s the biggest asshole ever! That bastard.”

“Why is my life so hard?!”

Although Olivia’s crying was a little too much, she did look pitiable against the backdrop of the run–

down cabin.

On the other hand, Jack with his dagger in hand looked helpless in comparison.

When he saw Tom and Jerry at the door, Jack’s expression changed. He said to them coldly, “Get over

here and comfort her.”

Tom was at a loss for words. “Why do we need to comfort the woman you made cry?”

Jerry was more gentle. He took a grass–woven rabbit out of his pocket and placed it before Olivia.

“Here, take it. You can have this rabbit if you stop crying.”

Tom slapped him on the head, saying, “She’s not a child. That won’t work.”

Olivia looked at the two in front of her. They were young boys, probably around the age of 12 or 13.

Their silliness could not be hidden by the masks they were wearing.

The man with a pistol was so cold before, but he comforted her as soon as she started crying. They all

seemed like good people.

But they did kidnap Connor. Why did they do it?

Olivia was still sniffling, but she was no longer crying. She looked at the man beside the bed with her

teary eyes.

He was very tall and wore a mask that covered half his face. She could only decipher his emotions

through his exposed lips.

Olivia said tentatively, “That child stole my son’s life. I hate him with every fiber of my being. Can you

guys hand him over to me?”