Even After Death

Chapter 71

The scenery in Olivia’s dream changed from the ocean to a lovely sunflower field. A kid was running and giggling in the field. ” Mama! Come get me!”

“Oh, sweetie! My sweet child.” When she caught up with the kid, she pulled him into a hug. “I finally found you, my baby! I’m sorry. I will protect you well now.”

She turned the kid around and was astonished to see Connor’s meaty face. It suddenly started pouring, and she had to run to a shelter with the kid. She was drenched by the rain.

At that moment, she woke up from the dream, and the first thing she saw was the kid with a meaty face drooling from his lips.

The drool almost fell onto her face, but Ethan was fast enough to wipe it away. When they exchanged glances, the air became a little awkward. After all, Ethan had sported an image of a haughty company president. Nobody had ever caught him in such an unbefitting act.

Olivia chuckled after she noticed the unfamiliar environment. “Is this a dream? Am I dead? Why would I dream of you both?”

He frowned and said frostily, “Is that what you wish? Death?”

“Yeah. I’ll be free after I die.” She still thought she was in a dream and pinched Connor’s chubby face, which was pleasant to the touch. “Staying alive is tiring.”

Unable to understand the adults‘ conversation, Connor, who had developed a liking for Olivia, attempted to climb onto her. Drooling, he chanted, “Mama! Mama, I want a hug.”

His childish talk instantly made her tear up. “W–What did you call me?”

Ethan did not stop her. If she couldn’t even stay alive for Jeff, perhaps she needed something new to keep her around.

In fact, he was proven right. The kid had pulled her back from the brink of death.

“Mama! Kiss!” Connor was at an age where he only knew a few simple words. Oddly, he had never called Marina “Mama” before.

When they were together with the nanny, Marina got frustrated from teaching Connor how to address her. She even described Connor as an idiot who didn’t know how to address his mother at one year old.

Connor, the sweet child, kept calling out to Olivia. She hugged Connor tightly as though he was the baby she had lost.

Connor wrapped his arms around her neck and rubbed his face against it after he succeeded in hugging her after a few failed attempts prior. Tears trickled down her face. “Oh, dear child, it’d be nice if you were mine.”

Connor stared at her with his innocent dark eyes and an adorable smile. “Mama.”

His drool fell onto her neck. It was a little chilly and very real, which made her snap back into reality. She examined her surroundings and determined that she was in a hospital room that reeked of disinfectant.

Ethan, standing by the bed without expression, exhibited a rare look of concern in his eyes. “How are you doing? You okay?” Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

She realized that she was neither in a dream nor in hell. Her face fell upon recalling what he had done to her. “Yeah, I’m alive. No thanks to you, of course.”