Chapter 575

Ethan quickly walked out the door and whispered, “Hello?”

“Mr. Miller, is Mrs. Miller awake yet? How is she feeling?” Chris asked.

Olivia had been knocked out for three days since she was injected with the drug. Chris figured she had

to have woken up.

Ethan roughly described Olivia’s condition to Chris, who sighed in relief.

“That’s great. I was afraid that…”

Chris had been feeling anxious for the past few days. He remembered the time when Olivia had a high

fever a year ago.

The amount of red blood cells and white blood cells she had was unbelievably low.

That was usually caused by chemotherapy. But there weren’t any issues on Olivia’s medical

examination report, so Chris didn’t bring it up.

The drug Ethan injected into Olivia was unique. It would have adverse effects when injected into people

with weaker immune systems, like kids, pregnant women, and the elderly.

Other than that, it would also be detrimental to the health of cancer patients.

Chris would sometimes think about how pale and sickly Olivia looked a year ago.

“What are you afraid of?”

“I just thought Mrs. Miller’s health hasn’t been too good. I was afraid that her body would reject the

drug. I’m happy to hear that everything is fine.”

After some thought, he added, “You should keep a close eye on Mrs. Miller’s condition during this time.

Contact me immediately if something goes wrong.”

“Okay.”

Olivia noticed the caller ID on Ethan’s phone.

It was Chris Atkins. She wondered why Ethan would want to take the call away from her even though it

was a man.

Then, she figured the villa wasn’t cheap based on the decor and size.

It was clear that Ethan was well-off. Perhaps he was talking to the upper management of his company

or an important client. It was understandable.

Olivia didn’t know Ethan’s identity yet. Although she had questions, she was sure she could get the

answers she sought eventually.

She stopped overthinking and started to take a look around the house. She noticed that the house’s

decor and every little ornament were based on her preferences.

Madam Burgess had just finished doing the dishes and was holding a cucumber. She chewed on it and

said, “Of course, all these things were picked out by you, Mrs. Miller.

“You’ve given everything in this house some thought, even the slippers. That’s probably why you found

the place familiar despite your memory loss.”

“Was I ever close with him?”

Madam Burgess took another bite of the cucumber and said, “That’s for sure. You two got married

because you were so in love.

“But I was working in the Miller Residence then. I did hear that you learned how to cook for Mr. Miller’s

sake and that you cooked for him every day.

“Sometimes, Mr. Miller would cook for you, too. You used to love the apple cider that Mr. Miller made.”

Madam Burgess had a happy expression as she said, “Back then, Madam Eugenia was still alive. She

would call you over during

autumn.

“There was a tall chestnut tree in the yard, which you would climb up and shake the branches of while

Madam Eugenia would collect the chestnuts that fell.

“And Mr. Miller would be cooking in the kitchen. Those were the days.”

From Madam Burgess’ story, Olivia could tell that she and Ethan used to be a loving couple who were

made for each other.

When she glanced at the pink roses on the table, an image of a woman sighing deeply at some

withered flowers flashed in her

mind.

She unconsciously picked up the roses but was brought back to her senses by the sharp pain from her

finger.

Olivia looked down at her bleeding finger and felt like it was surreal.

“Mrs. Miller, you’ve hurt yourself? It’s my fault for not removing the thorns. I’ll get you a band-aid.”

Ethan reacted faster. He had already taken Olivia’s hand, put the bleeding finger into his mouth, and

stopped the bleeding.

He spat the blood out into a trashcan and applied a cute-looking band-aid on her finger.

“You have to be more careful next time,” Ethan said.

Olivia was stunned. She nodded, then raised her head to meet his loving eyes.