Chapter 141
Even After Death
Olivia tried her best to put on a smile. âThatâs fine.â
Connor looked like a different person now. He had changed out of branded clothes and into the clothes
that belonged to Marthaâs children.
Olivia wondered how many children had worn the same clothes. There were even patches sewn on
older patches.
The clothes were thicker, firmer, and also warmer.
Connor didnât seem to mind, though. He followed behind Olivia like a little puppy.
Sometimes, he would curiously try to chase after cats or pull at the grass by the roadside. Everything
here was new to him.
Olivia had followed him onto the boat with the resolve that she might lose her life. Hence, she quickly
got used to the island.
It wasnât as advanced as the city, but it was much cleaner.
As Olivia held Connor in her arms, enjoying the breeze, she suddenly had the urge to just live here.
But she knew very well that it would be a matter of time before they were found, even if the island
wasnât marked on the map.
One day, Ethanâs influence would reach this island.
Only dozens of families lived on this island, and everyone led a simple life. That was what Tom told
Olivia.
They had kidnapped Connor for ransom. But that was because they wanted to improve the living
conditions on the island.
The children here never went to school, and they spent their whole lives fishing at sea.
When they got sick, they could only surrender to fate. A few villagers died of pain because they didnât
have money for treatment at the hospital.
Olivia felt that it was ironic. Marina could easily spend a million dollars on Connorâs first birthday
celebration.
But the children here were drooling at the sight of cakes stolen from the kitchen.
They divided the cake among themselves into small portions. After they ate the cake, they even licked
their lips in fond remembrance.
What was good, and what was evil?
What was right, and what was wrong?
As night fell, Olivia caught the delicious scent of cooking. An excited look appeared in Tomâs eyes.
âMiss, youâre in luck. Mom baked some bread tonight just to welcome you! Itâs a feast for us too!â
Olivia was speechless. The excited look in the childâs eyes broke her heart. She could have bread for
every meal if she liked, but on this island, it was a rare treat.
From a young age, she was used to being pampered in the Fordham family. Yes, she knew that poor
people existed, but it was completely different now that she was experiencing it herself.
Olivia walked up to the door with Connor in her arms. She saw Jerry sketching on the ground with a
burnt piece of charcoal.
She was surprised to see Jerry drawing so well. âDid you learn to draw?â
Tom had a proud look on his face. âWe donât even have teachers here, and Jack was the one who
taught us how to write.
âOf course, we never took any lessons. Jerry learned how to draw by himself! Not bad, right?â
âMore than that. Itâs amazing,â Olivia praised sincerely.
âJack bought a sketchbook and a pencil for him, but he couldnât bear to touch them.
âHe said that theyâre too nice. Drawing on the ground doesnât cost a penny. If Jerry had grown up in the
city, heâd be a famous
artist by now!â
When Tom said that, an extremely proud look appeared on his face. Oliviaâs heart grew even heavier.
At the dining table, dinner was served. There were potatoes and some unknown vegetables. The main
attraction was some fried pieces of meat with bell peppers.
Olivia finally realized why they were carrying sacks of stuff when she went after them.
Those were all ingredients stolen from the kitchen. To them, those ingredients were hard to come by.
Tom and Jerry stared intently at the meat, but neither of them tried to take any. Jack placed the largest
piece of meat on Oliviaâs plate, then gave Martha some as well.
The rest was divided equally between the two brothers.
Jack poured all the bell peppers onto his plate. Then, he said in a low voice, âGo ahead. Dig in.â