Even After Death

But Warren, blinded by love, had no idea that all of this was a trap set by Olivia over the past two years. When he saw Olivia nestled in Ethan’s arms, he realized he had been exposed from the very beginning.

It was time for this to end…

Although the Fordham family had won, they had still suffered heavy losses due to the joint attacks by Brandon, Deborah, and Jacqueline over the years. Many people were injured or had died.

The fifth sister had ultimately become a victim, dying at a young age.

Olivia lit incense at her grave and said, “Fifth sister, in your next life, keep your eyes open. Don’t worry, I will take good care of our family.”

A gentle breeze blew, carrying a leaf that landed on Olivia’s shoulder, as if responding to her.

Old Mr. Fordham returned with the Fordham family, and Ms. Nat was finally laid to rest in peace.

No one was informed about her funeral, but Mason attended privately.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Mason and Old Mr. Fordham exchanged glances. These two men, who had once been the most important to Ms. Nat, met only after her death.

Mason’s eyes were red. He picked the tenderest peach blossom from a branch in the early morning and placed it on the tombstone. “Sister, I’m sorry. I’m late…”

At that moment, Olivia saw not an old man but a handsome young man who had finally found his true love in the dim morning light.

Although her mother’s eyes had been poisoned, they could recover with gradual treatment.

Olivia brought Warren and Jacqueline back overseas.

Spring had come, and the mountains were covered in blooming flowers.

Mona’s grave was adorned with small, colorful flowers.

The dying Jacqueline was forced to kneel in front of the tombstone. Warren looked at the name on the tombstone and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

“In fact, I knew this day would come, Miss Fordham. You and I spent over two years for her.”

Warren gazed at Olivia’s pretty face with a mix of longing and resignation. He knew she had used him, but he still found it difficult to let go, even at the risk of his own life.

This was likely the retribution of reincarnation. Mona had died by his hand, but he fell in love with Olivia, who had been his target back then.

Olivia threw a bracelet to Warren, the one he had bought to make Mona happy.

Warren didn’t clearly remember what Mona looked like, only recalling the little girl’s happy smile when she received the bracelet.

“Warren, go to the afterlife and apologize to Mona.”

Olivia handed him a gun and said, “Use her blood to atone for Mona.”

Jacqueline, barely clinging to life, her reconstructed face now stripped away, begged for mercy, “Olivia, I, I don’t want to die…”

Olivia looked down at Jacqueline, “Mona didn’t want to die either, but she shielded my stomach on that rainy night and took the bullet for me. She was still so young when she died. Why do you think you deserve to live?”

Warren seemed to remember some details. At that time, his focus had been on killing Olivia, ignoring the little girl who had been a mere tool to him.

Before she died, she had looked at him and softly asked, “Warren, have you ever loved…”

A gunshot rang out, and Warren shot Jacqueline cleanly and neatly, blood splattering everywhere.

Jacqueline, with eyes wide open, fell into the mud bit by bit.

Warren looked at Olivia, “What about my mother’s side…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t involve innocent people. This is what you owe Mona. Once you repay her, everything will be settled.”