Chapter 569
Even After Death
Olivia tried to break free, but Ethan knew her too well. She was completely subdued and couldnât move
at all.
Olivia was upset. She tried so hard to get to where she was. She almost got into the Black Ravens.
She was so close to getting away from Ethan and regaining her freedom.
âNo! I donât want to lose my memories. Ethan, donât make me hate you. Whereâs the antidote? There
has to be an antidote, right?â
Olivia grabbed Ethanâs collar tightly, but he smiled.
âLiv, I never thought about undoing this, so there is no antidote.â
Olivia slumped to the ground and stared at her battered palm. It was only then that she realized how
arduous her journey had
been.
She endured so many hardships. She even had a few near-death experiences. Her painful memories
were the reason she was
alive. She tried very hard to get to where she was.
She had become strong. No longer weak or fearful. She had broken out of the chains holding her back,
but Ethan wanted her to
revert to who she used to be.
Olivia wanted to hit Ethan, but she started to have a splitting headache. She clutched her head and
rolled on the ground in pain.
Ethan asked angrily, âWhat is happening?â
Brent explained, âIt might be due to Mrs. Millerâs physical condition. Everyone experiences different
effects after they take the drug.
âAlso, Mrs. Miller is different from the drug testers. Most of those who agreed to test the drug wanted to
lose their memories.
âMrs. Miller is resisting too strongly. Thatâs why sheâs having a headache. Donât worry, Mr. Miller. The
side effects will pass in a few minutes.â
Ethan crouched down and held Olivia in his arms tightly. He tried to comfort her repeatedly.
Olivia felt like her head was going to explode. She said in a shaky voice, âEthan, please donât make me
lose my memories.
âIâve experienced a lot of pain, but there are more happy moments than sad ones in my life. My
memories are the only things I have left of my father. I donât want to lose them.â
âLiv, weâll make more happy memories together when youâre with me.â
Olivia grabbed Ethanâs shirt with both her hands. She was in incredible pain, but she said through
gritted teeth, âYouâre scum, Ethan.â
Olivia could feel every inch of her head throbbing with pain. She was in so much pain that she could
barely breathe.
Eventually, she felt like her memories were like pictures flashing in her mind.
Everlyâs teary farewell, Jeffâs calm expression before passing, Monaâs smile while covered in blood, the
car losing control and crashing through the guardrail, Chloeâs passing, her wrist being shot, the
helplessness she felt as she was pinned on the operating tableâ¦
Every single memory.
Olivia was in so much pain she started to see things. She tried her best to reach out and hold on to the
people in the memories.
She wanted things to go back to the way they were. But the memories were flashing very rapidly. Olivia
felt pained, and her emotions were fluctuating.
In that snowy winter, she and Ethan divorced. She experienced the pain of losing a child for the first
time.
Ethan was drunk and told her that he wanted a baby. He planted a whole garden of roses because he
loved her.
Jeff was relatively younger then. He was gentle and elegant. He was also the most loving father she
could ever ask for.
She was the genius student that everyone looked up to. She stood on the stage with pride.
She saw the handsome man in a white shirt standing in the field.
When she was a child, she would always ask Jeff when Chloe would be back, but she was happy most
of the time.
Her memories stopped at the scene where she picked up a young man covered in blood in an alley.
She saved his life and smiled at him before she left.
Olivia had just realized that the young man from the long-forgotten memory was Ethan. So, they had
met so long ago.
Memories rewound to when she was a child. It was the first time other kids bullied her. Jeff shielded her
behind her back.
And Chloeâs departureâ¦
Olivia could see her 22-year-old self becoming and getting further away. Then, before she went out of
sight, she smiled and waved at her as if she was bidding farewell.
Olivia was crying as she ran frantically toward her 22-year-old self. âDonât go. Donât leave me!â