Even After Death Novel (Olivia)
Chapter 1300

Olivia sighed at women's fates, where they could never take full control of their lives.

After putting on makeup and wearing a mask, she drove out, heading for the villa in the suburbs.

Cautiously, she waited at the junction until Yale's car was driven away before she entered the villa.

"Ms. Molly, I'm outside your place."

The door opened to reveal Molly and her red eyes. Molly appeared skinnier than before. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Olivia patted her shoulder. “Let's talk inside.”

"Sure." Molly held Olivia's hand, leading her into the house.

Florence's eyes of hostility observed Olivia intensely. Olivia cleared her stance by pointing out, "Relax, I'm here to comfort her. Get us a glass of warm water and a warm napkin."

Florence actually planned to snitch on Olivia, but the latter appeared trustworthy for some reason.

In the end, Florence went to fetch water and a napkin as told.

Olivia wiped Molly's face, especially her eyes, with the napkin. Then, she proffered the glass of water to Molly. "Have some water."

"Alright." Molly downed the glass of water.

Following that, she pulled Olivia's hand to tell her stories.

But Olivia gestured. "Wait. I have the time of my life to listen to your stories. But first, close your eyes."

Not knowing what Olivia was up to, Molly closed her eyes.

Four fingers rested against Molly's temples as Olivia began to massage her head.

It felt nice.

"Calm down. Don't make decisions in the heat of the moment. With a clearer mind, you'll be able to make the right choice.”

Olivia's fingers shifted from the temples along to the crown of Molly's head.

As though magic was cast upon Molly, she slowly put her guard down as her body relaxed.

Gradually, her breathing calmed. It was so comfortable that she could fall asleep at the spot.

Florence knew that Molly hadn't been eating and sleeping well lately. No matter what method she came up with, it didn't help Molly out.

Yet, Olivia managed to make Molly listen like a breeze.

Olivia mouthed something at Florence, who understood and covered a blanket over Molly.

Florence left the house to report the situation to Yale. "Don't worry, Mr. Yale. Ms. Molly fell asleep after having a massage from Vanessa." Yale, who almost went back home, sighed in relief and asked the driver to continue driving.

"Keep an eye on her."

"Got it."

The dark circles beneath his eyes said it all. It wasn't only Molly who didn't have a good rest. It was the same case for him, too.

The baby in Molly's belly was his. How could he have not hesitated? However, Molly's body came before the baby in terms of priority. He couldn't sacrifice her for the baby.

But Molly's motherly instinct was strong. The longer the time she spent with the baby, the harder it was for her to let go.

The baby was the most important person to her.

Every single day, she pleaded for him to keep the baby. But what could he do?

Despair settled in him.

Yale resented Krystal so much, but he had to act the loving husband he was in front of her.

One side of him assumed that Olivia wouldn't hurt a pregnant lady, while the other side of him feared that she might find out his secret.

He was overwhelmed with exhaustion, mentally and physically. He was also in a fight against Ethan, too.

He massaged the area between his brows.

"Mr. Yale, Ms. Heath called again. Her stomach hurts, and she's asking you to come over."

Unlike Molly, who was prone to a preterm delivery, Krystal was in good health.

The baby in Krystal was healthy, too. She didn't show strong symptoms like vomiting.

Obviously, it was an excuse to make him visit her.

Despite that, there was no other option for him.

Tiredly, he responded, “To her place.”

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