Even After Death

Olivia pretended to be afraid. "What do you want to do? I saved you. Let me go. I need to go look for herbs."

Wayne picked her up and threw her onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He didn't treat her like a woman at all. He also took her backpack and slung it over his back.

"Give up on trying to get away. I won't let you leave before you completely heal me."

Olivia smiled as she signaled to Undecim with her hands.

She intentionally exposed her medical proficiency so that Wayne would think she was useful. She would be able to look for the ring in secret while she was providing treatment to Wayne.

Maybe she could even help Mason and Ethan uncover more secrets. The silhouettes in the distance were getting closer. "Are you okay, sir?" "Sir, is this a prisoner from the enemy? Why is it a woman?"

"Should we bury her alive?"

"Why don't we chop her up and feed her to the fishes?"

These people were just like Wayne. They were all cruel.

Wayne was topless. He didn't look like the top brass of a country. He was like a bandit, one of the most unkempt people Olivia ever met.

He glared at the other men. "She's a doctor. I need her alive to treat my headaches. I'll kill all of you if she so much as loses a finger."

"A doctor? Why would there be a doctor in a place like this? Don't be fooled, sir. She might be a spy.”

"That's right. No doctor would appear in the middle of nowhere like this.”

Wayne knew everything they said made sense. He didn't believe Olivia initially, but his headaches had been troubling him for years.

The doctors he had seen couldn't help him. They said he had to wait for it to heal by itself. If he couldn't take it, he could take pain meds.

Olivia was able to alleviate the pain with some needles. She was much better than the mediocre doctors he had seen.

"We'll talk when we get back. Did you find that bastard? I told you he'd die before me." Wayne changed the subject.

Bastard? Was he talking about Ethan?

Olivia pinched his waist hard, but his body was like steel. He barely even felt it.

"Mess around again and I'll feed you to Ben," Wayne threatened her coldly.

Although she didn't know what Ben was, it didn't sound like anything good.

"Do we have a sack?" Wayne asked someone next to him.

"No."

"Bring me my clothes.”

Wayne covered Olivia's head with his jacket. Her eyes were shrouded in darkness, and her nostrils were filled with the smell of his scent and blood.

This bastard was heartless. Olivia saved him, but he treated her so roughly.

She was taken to a car. She even displayed some frightened reactions to sell the performance.

The person beside her said with annoyance, "Shut up. Make one more sound and I'll cut off your legs. I just need your arms, after all.”

Olivia was at a loss for words. This man was such a tyrant!

The car drove on an uneven road. Olivia didn't dare to make a move. Wayne was a heartless man. He meant it when he said he would cut her legs off.

The car hit another bump on the road, and Olivia was flung from her seat and fell to the floor.

Olivia felt dizzy from the fall. Before she could get up, Wayne placed a foot on her.

"Stay like this. I needed a footstool. This works."Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Olivia was taken aback. She almost lost her cool and cursed at him. “You bastard, I saved your life. Is this how you treat your savior?"