Even After Death

Chapter 78

The air froze from the tension. Chris interfered before the situation worsened. “Mr. Miller, we’re all happy that Mrs. Miller is healthy.”

Refusing to waste any effort on Olivia, Ethan looked away and said emotionlessly, “You’d better behave.”

In an outburst, she let out her pent–up emotions and threw her bowl of soup at the man who thought he was always right.” Behave? Fuck you!” 1

He was the one who pursued her and asked for her hand in marriage. His possessiveness forced her to give up on her future and freedom. Not only did he land her in the current mess, he dared to claim that she was faking her illness.

The soup dripped from Ethan’s tailored, luxurious suit. Seeing red, he gave her a death glare and marched up to her.

Sensing a huge fight, Chris jumped in and blocked Ethan with an anxious look. “Mr. Miller, the soup must have slipped from her hand. Mrs. Miller, say something!”

She straightened herself and replied flatly, “Yeah, it slipped.”

Chris sounded relieved. “Mr. Miller, you heard her. She…”

She boldly added, “If it hadn’t slipped from my hand, it would have hit you right at the back of your head, you asshole!”

Chris was speechless. Olivia was adding fuel to the fire.

Ethan shoved Chris aside and went up to hiss at her through gritted teeth, “Olivia Fordham!”

Fuming, she grabbed a bottle of pills from the headboard and jumped out of bed angrily. Then, she tried to smash the bottle on Ethan’s head. “Fucking bastard! I’ll fight you!”

Ethan effortlessly caught her weak hands and pinned them behind her back.

Defeatedin no time, she was red in the face, and her eyes were misty. Ethan felt complicated when he saw this, and he felt more pain than resentment.

Finally, he drew a sharp breath to calm his anger. He flung her onto the bed and threatened, “Remember what you did today. You’d better pray that you don’t fall into my hands.”

Her behavior was no different than waltzing across a field full of landmines. He had to exert a ridiculous amount of self- control to stop himself from grabbing her neck.

However, his warning only fanned the flames. She growled, “I would never ask you for help even if I had to jump off the seventh floor.”

Giving her a last glare, he left the room and slammed the door behind him. Then, he took his bodyguards with him. Brent caught up to him and asked, “Mr. Miller, aren’t you worried that Mrs. Miller might attempt suicide again?”

Ethan took off his jacket and replied with a serious face, “A woman like her would never consider death seriously. I don’t want to waste time on her anymore.”

Brent frowned at Ethan’s conclusion. As a bystander, he had a clearer view of the events. No sane person would bet on their life by jumping from the seventh floor, which might result in grave injuries or death. Olivia could have died if Ethan had not gone after Olivia and Kelvin had not placed the inflatable cushions in time.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Still, Ethan was adamant that Olivia was playing hard to get, and he wouldn’t have it otherwise.

Back in the room, Chris requested a nurse to clean up the soupy mess. He flattened the bed and patiently advised Olivia, “Mrs. Miller, you can always talk things out calmly. You shouldn’t resolve to extreme methods. Mr. Miller still cares about even stood guard outside your room last night. So…”

Olivia was in no mood for his nagging. Instead, she questioned, “Mr. Atkins, could there be a mistake in the results?” Chris immediately put on a straight face. “Mrs. Miller, you can insult me as much as you want but do not question my professionalism. We ran your results through experts in the field. How can there be a mistake?”

Then, he let out a relieved sigh. “I was shocked to see your low red blood count last night. I even thought you had… Oh, by the way, did you receive any treatment before this?”

He took his duty as a doctor seriously and asked an additional question.