Even After Death Novel (Olivia)
Chapter 1295

Ethan's brows pursed into a frown. “I went with Liv. If she's done something wrong, we're both held accountable for it."

Linus leveled a cold look at him. "The both of you? Who are you to do that with her?"

That remark alone reminded Ethan of his position.

"Need a reminder that you guys divorced a long time ago?" Linus added, rubbing salt over Ethan's wound.

Ethan remained silent. No matter how much he regretted the divorce, nothing could be done to amend it.

Without that marriage certificate, nothing bound him with Olivia.

She could only bite the bullet and enter the study alone.

Mason was painting. He cast her a glance without lifting his head. "You're back."

Nothing had been said yet, but the pressure was already weighing on her. The hair on her skin stood.

Was this the prestige of someone who wielded power?

Her head dipped low instantly. "Sorry, Grandpa.”

As the good daughter she had always been, she lacked the experience of asking for mercy. But an apology would definitely work.

He wielded the final brush, completing his work with one final touch. After placing the brush on the palette, Mason strode toward her and then stood right before her.

His hands rested behind him as he watched the fearful woman.

"Sorry about what?" His tone was stern.

“I shouldn't have lied to you and done dangerous things."

“Looks like you're still sound. Lift your head."

Olivia was the granddaughter he went through the mill looking for. How could he bring himself to punish her?

He reached out his hand, and she placed her palm above his.

The cold glint in Mason's eyes slowly gave way to warmth. "Do you know how worried I was?"

"Sorry, Grandpa.”

"Why put yourself in danger?”

Now that things had come to this point, she recounted the entirety of the story to him.

It pained his heart to hear that. He caressed her head. "It's all my fault. I should've gone for you sooner, and you wouldn't have needed to suffer.”

Joining The Black Ravens happened before Olivia knew that Mason was her grandfather.

She wasn't a prophet who could foresee the future. Not to mention that her heart was already shattered into pieces back then, too.

She had held on for a long time, all alone.

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The only person he could blame was himself for not knowing her existence this entire time. He blamed himself for making her suffer so much out there.

"Did that brat, Wayne, hurt you? He's infamous for his cruelty.”

Olivia shook her head. "I treated his migraine. He didn't hurt me."

On top of that, he even bore unbidden feelings for her.

“I'm glad to hear that. I'll look after you from now on. Don't you ever put yourself in danger again, okay?"

She nodded meekly. "Okay. Sorry for making you worried."

When it came to admitting mistakes, Olivia's attitude was the polar opposite of the stubborn Krystal.

Even if Mason had the urge to scold Olivia, words stuck in his throat the moment he saw her docile expression.

"Nothing matters more than you." He pulled her to the side of the desk. There laid a painting of a flock of doves.

“Liv, peace is a blessing. I've lost your grandmother. I don't want to lose you either."

She gave him a nod. "I know."

"Now that you're back, get prepared for the family gathering. I'm going to announce your identity to the family."

New Year's was right around the corner. Olivia was going to spend the New Year's with the Heath family.

"Okay."

“If that person is still targeting you, she better dispatches those assassins over again."

A strong, murderous aura overflowed from him. “I'l make sure that's the last day she sees the sun.”

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