Even after her death novel

Chapter 671 Olivia was eating. For some reason, she felt uneasy, even though she was starving. She picked up a ceramic spoon but dropped it. It fell to the floor and broke into pieces. Olivia reflexively bent over to pick it up. Janice spoke up, "Leave it. Let the maids pick it up." But Olivia had already cut herself on one of the broken pieces. Her blood dripped onto the white ceramic piece. Janice called over a maid to bandage Olivia's wound. Olívia spaced out as she looked at the blood.

"How long has Ethan been out?" "Don't worry. He should be back soon," Janice reassured her. Suddenly, Janice's phone, which was on the table, rang. "I need to take this." She let go of Olivia and took the call. It was unclear what the person said over the line. Janice's expression turned serious, and she stood up abruptly. "Okay. I'll send reinforcements immediately." Olivia's uneasiness grew. "Mom, what's wrong?" "It's nothing. Just a minor issue. You should finish the food.

I'll deal with the problem." Janice left as soon as she said that. She didn't even stick around and provide a more detailed explanation. Olivia had a feeling that the call had something to do with Ethan. It was already dark out. She quickly dialed Ethan's number, but he didn't pick up. She tried calling the other bodyguards, but their phones were turned off, or they didn't pick up. Olivia quickly ran after Janice, but she saw Janice getting into a car and driving away. What was going on?

Olivia tried to call Janice, but the line was occupied. It was evident that Janice was busy. Joanne, who was always with Janice, was also nowhere to be seen. Olivia felt uneasy as she paced around the house. She was still a stranger in this city. She had no choice but to run toward Harold's building, hoping he wasn't in a haze. As soon as she reached the yard, Olivia saw Harold holding his cane with a serious expression.

"Grandpa… something might have happened to Ethan." Harold was different from his usual self. "I know. Don't worry. Our people are already on the way." Olivia noticed that Harold was holding a cross in his hand. He clutched the cross tightly as he was talking. Although Harold was in his casual clothes, he was exuding bone-chilling bloodlust. "Grandpa, I'm still worried. Can you please tell me what happened?" "Simply put, he fell into a trap set up by his enemies." Harold sighed.

"Ethan grew up in Aldenvine and spent a lot of time there. Even though he came here for business trips a lot, he never stayed long enough to learn about the situation here. "He tried to go after the man who was after your life but was lured to an abandoned factory site. "There were bombs planted there, and when Ethan got there…" Olivia covered her mouth in disbelief. "Bombs?" "There were also toxic substances spread in the area by the explosions.

The amount is lethal to humans." Harold's words were like heavy blows on Olivia. She blanked out. How could this happen? Ethan was just talking to her not long ago. Why did this happen so suddenly? After a long while, Olivia returned to her senses and asked, "Is … Is he okay?" Harold sighed. "He might not make it."