Chapter 975

In just two days. Ethan turned from a normal person into someone whose organs were affected and

who was slowly losing his senses.

In that period, he thought about many things.

The most he thought about were his memories with Olivia.

In the three years they were apart, he couldn’t see her, so he could only press forward with the

memories.

He was busy with various things every day, and he used his busyness to dilute his love for Olivia..

But every time he was free, his longing would take him by surprise.

It filled his mind and every inch of his heart. Like thorny vines, it wrapped tightly around him.

The more he struggled against it, the more his heart ached.

His body was pierced so much that it was filled with wounds. He was in excruciating pain.

So, when he was in physical pain, he even felt a little better. He thought that if he died, he would travel

to

Olivia’s side and see her one last time.

Back then, Olivia was suffering from the terror of her cancer cells. He wondered if he was able to

experience at least a quarter of the pain she went through.

He had only suffered for two days, but she endured it for years.

Every time he recalled those memories, his heart would be wrought in pain.

He felt that even if he repented thousands of times, he still wouldn’t be able to make up for the pain

Olivia went through.

Liv …

Even in his dreams, he was haunted by that woman.

But he had lost her forever. He might not be able to see her ever again

After Ethan got the pen and paper, he began to write his will.

There was nothing much he wanted to say. The heir of the Miller family would be Connor. He had left

all his property to his child and ex-wife.

But the Millers had so much property that just dividing them would take a lot of time to write.

Time ticked by. The sun slowly set.

Ethan watched as the sun gradually disappeared on the horizon. It proved that his life was also

gradually draining out of him.

“Mr. Miller, why don’t you take a break before continuing?”

“It’s okay. I’m worried that I will lose my sight and my hearing later on. I may not even have the energy

to pick up a pen.”

He had to write it while his condition still allowed him to.

Krystal burst into tears at the side. She looked at the deity she assumed would never fall.

And for the first time, she saw weakness on his face.

It was as if Ethan’s life was being stolen away instead of time.

Why would fate treat him like this? What had Ethan done wrong?

“Don’t cry.” Kelvin dragged her out. The people in the room were already in a low mood.

When she cried like that, everyone found it even harder to keep it in.

Ethan felt something tickling his throat. He coughed lightly.

However, blood sputtered out of his mouth and stained the white paper.

“Mr. Miller! Brent hastily ran over to him.

The fruits Willow was holding in her hand fell onto the floor with a thud when she saw Ethan coughing

up blood.

Everyone looked at her. Tears slowly filled Willow’s beautiful green eyes. Crystalline tears splashed

onto the floor.

Ethan wiped the blood on the corners of his mouth nonchalantly.

“Oh no, I startled the child.”

It was only then that Willow came to her senses. Crouching, she began to pick up the scattered fruits

on the floor.

She carried some in her shirt. Then, she placed them on the table in front of Ethan.

Ethan was extra gentle to her. “Is this for me?”

Willow nodded, her large eyes still moist with tears.

Ethan’s rough fingers gently caressed the corners of her eyes.

“Don’t cry. I just coughed up some blood. I won’t die for now.”

Willow held a cucumber-like fruit to his mouth, expressing that he should eat.

“Alright, I’ll eat it.” Ethan couldn’t decline the child’s request.