Even After Death

“You don't have to be so nervous, Ms. Ophelia. You just have to focus on providing treatment for Mr. Maxwell. He requested for you to go to him and administer treatment.”

When Olivia got there, Wayne had just gotten out of the bathroom. He had a towel around his waist. His muscular torso and calves were exposed.

The bandages she put on him yesterday were all wet. It looked like some blood was seeping from them.

This man was completely unhinged. Olivia had met plenty of men, but Wayne was the roughest of them all. He was a complete maniac. "Don't you know you're hurt?" Olivia asked as she pointed at his arm. Wayne dried his hair casually with a towel. He said nonchalantly, "That's why I asked you to come treat me. Do you have a problem with that?"

What was he thinking? Wayne was testing the limits of her patience. Olivia glared at him angrily and poked at his head. "Are you insane? Let me go if you plan to die! I won't be able to cure you no matter how good I am if you're uncooperative."

Wayne grabbed her finger and looked at her with anger in his eyes. "I can break this finger with a slight twist. Don't get too cocky, woman." Olivia rolled her eyes at him. "Oh please, the domineering act is so out of style."

She began to arrange her medical supplies. Wayne looked at Alan in confusion. "What is she talking about?"

Alan cleared his throat. “It seems she's talking about a type of character in novels—the type of man that would treat women domineeringly. It seems to have gone out of style recently.”

Wayne finally understood what he meant.

"And what's in style now?"

"Mr. Maxwell, I wouldn't know. I don't read novels. How would I know what's trending?"

Wayne stroked his chin. "Do I speak very weirdly?"

He didn't think anything was wrong with how he spoke. That woman was probably just acting out.

"Hey, you..."

Olivia set aside the bandages and the medical supplies. She picked up a pair of scissors. "Ophelia. That's my name."

She proceeded to cut open the bandages on his arm after she said that. She saw the bleeding wound underneath and dabbed a cotton ball soaked in alcohol on it.

“If you want my treatment, you have to listen to what I say. Don't let the wounds get soaked. It'll be troublesome if you get an infection. If you want to die, you can always just stab yourself in the heart.”Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Olivia continued to reprimand him with a stern expression, "You might think medical supplies aren't that important.

"But in a war-torn area like this, medical supplies are extremely precious to refugees because they can save lives. You shouldn't waste them!"

"Why are you concerned about the refugees?"

"I'm human. I'm not heartless."

Wayne scoffed. "You're just pretending to be kind. I hate people like you who feign kindness."

Olivia didn't explain herself, but she meant what she said. People in war-torn areas lived really hard lives.

They didn't have resources, medical supplies, or rations. Many of them could only watch as their loved ones died before their very eyes. Olivia bandaged his wounds angrily. Her actions were rough.

After she was done with that, Wayne tugged at her hand and said, "Do acupuncture now."

Olivia picked up her silver needles. "If I were pretending to be nice, I'd just stab you to death with my needles.”

Wayne smiled. "Why don't you give it a try? You'll find out if I can destroy a city with a single command.”