Chapter 547
Even After Death
Olivia looked in that direction to see a tall young man limping over. He resembled Mona.
Despite the same features they shared, Mona was a bright woman, while he seemed cold and glum.
Noticing her gaze, he nodded at her. âIâm sorry about my motherâs ruckus, Ms. Fordham. She didnât
know the score.â
Brent had told him everything, so he knew the whole story.
He kept Megan in the dark because he didnât want to upset her. He didnât expect her to come all the
way here.
He seemed tired as the corner of his eyes were red. His legs had yet to recover, hence the limp.
Before Olivia pulled herself back from her musing, the young man abruptly bowed before her.
He hung his head low, repenting like a sinner. âI know the whole story. Itâs all my fault. I held Mona back
and hurt you indirectly. This wouldnât have happened if I dodged it.â
Olivia said and motioned Brent to help him up.
âYour leg is in bad shape. Donât hurt yourself. The opponent had everything planned. Even if it wasnât
you, they wouldâve laid a finger on your parents. Donât blame yourself. It is me who owes Mona.â
Allen stared at her flat belly. Although he wasnât a woman, he knew how much a pair of twins meant to
a mother.
It wasnât something that an apology could make up for.
Olivia looked at Megan again. âMrs. Gurney, Iâm terribly sorry about what happened to Mona. I am
saddened by her departure, too. I understand how you feel, but whatâs done cannot be undone.
âThe remaining people should move on with their lives so as to not let her down.
âEven if you cause a ruckus, she wonât be able to come back. We shouldnât do things that make the
opponent happy, should we?â
Megan cried, and Olivia reached out to wipe the tears off for her.
âI owe Mona my life. I will look after you guys in her stead. If you donât mind, would you accept me as
your god-daughter?â
Megan waved her hand. âNo, no. To what do we owe the honor of being your family? We-â
âPlease accept me, Mrs. Gurney. Mona sacrificed herself to protect me, so it is reasonable for me to
look after her family. That way, she would be able to rest in peace up there.â
Megan accepted it in the end. After comforting Megan, Olivia returned to her room due to her weak
body.
Ethan watched Olivia eat in bed. She clearly seemed weaker than ever, but there was a hint of
determination coming from her.
Noticing his gaze, she looked at him with clear eyes. Her voice was calm. âGo home and get some rest.
Iâll focus on my recovery in the hospital.â
He had expected her to throw a tantrum, not stay as calm as she was right now. âLiv, arenât you sad?â
âI am. Itâs just that Iâve figured it out, and thereâs no point in being sad. It changes nothing.
âSo, why should I waste time dwelling on sadness? Ethan, I told you Iâm not going to commit suicide
again.â
She suddenly reached out to smoothen the crease on his shirt. Despite the gentleness sitting upon her
brows, her voice was menacing. âBesides, I want you to live. Recover and be my strongest weapon.â
She flashed a menacing smile at him. âEthan Miller, you owe me this.â