Even After Death

Chapter 102

A loud crying echoed against the wall. Connor was standing by the staircase, wailing.

Surprised, the maid stopped her movement. Although Marina wasn’t close with Connor, as his mother, she didn’t wish for her kid to witness the cruel scene.

She instructed, “What are you doing? Make sure the kid doesn’t see this.”

The flustered maids rushed toward Connor. Marina was irritated by the sudden crying, too.

She urged, “What are you standing there for? Do it.”

The maid said aloud from upstairs, “Master Conner must be having an allergy reaction. There are a lot of rashes on his body and face.”

“Call the doctor over.” Marina was very impatient.

Instead of dealing with Connor, she was anxious to settle the score with Olivia because it was her rare chance to do so. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Olivia looked at Marina in disbelief. “He’s your son. He’s so little, and he’s crying. You should at least hug him and comfort

him.”

Marina sneered. “If you make it quick, I can do that right away.”

“He’s crying so helplessly upstairs. He’s not my child, but why does it wrench my heart to see him crying?” Olivia wondered.

Her instinct was urging her to throw the knife away and hug Connor.

At this moment, Connor suddenly mustered the strength to break free from the maid’s grasp.

“Master Connor!” the maid shrieked as he rolled down the stairs.

Thanks to her speed, Olivia was fast enough to catch him in her arms. Rashes crawled all over his tear–stricken face.

“Mama, Mama.” Connor snuggled into her embrace.

The wholesome scene infuriated Marina so much.

“Olivia Fordham, stop dragging the time. If you can’t do it, I can help you.” She gestured at the maids to approach Olivia.

One of them wanted to take Connor away from Olivia, while the other was planning to hurt her.

Marina didn’t budge from the couch amidst the mess simply because her pedicure wasn’t done yet.

Today, Olivia finally realized that not everyone deserved to be a mother.

She was taken aback by how Marina wasn’t bothered to comfort Connor in this kind of situation.

To Marina, the pedicure and Olivia’s disfigurement were more important than her kid.

Olivia grew pity toward Connor, finally understanding why he was very attached to her whenever they met.

Right now, he was hugging her so tightly, showing no hints of letting her go.

She didn’t have a reason to let him go either.

Amid the fight, Olivia accidentally rolled down the stairs with Connor in her arms.

The child, whom she failed to protect in the sea, fleeted across her mind. She hugged Connor tightly to take all of the pain and danger upon herself.

Until they rolled over the final fleet of stairs, her first reaction was to smile at the surprised boy. “Don’t be scared. I’m here.”

Connor stared at her in a daze. The shock was too much for him to handle that he forgot to cry.

Marina didn’t rush over to check on him. Instead, she said, “Ruin her face right now.”

The two maids came up to Olivia with a knife. “We’re sorry, Ms. Fordham.”

No one in the house had the nerves to go against the future Mrs. Miller. Her words were their orders to take.

The pain sapped Olivia of her energy. Grogginess and exhaustion got the best of her.

All she could do was watch the sharp knife drawing closer to her.

The moment the maid raised the knife, she heard a roar.