Even After Death

The man was weakened to begin with. That stab was enough to kill him instantly.

Some of the blood stained the soles of Olivia's shoes.

She had killed some people over the years too. But she had a bottom line. She only killed people who deserved to die.

Judging from these people's attire, they were just citizens who loved their own country. The man's expression looked a lot like Mona's before he died. Both of them were innocent people who died because of her. No matter how much time passed, she still couldn't get used to a situation like this.

Olivia touched her own face subconsciously. For a moment, it was like she could feel the warmth and sensation of Mona's blood on her face. Wayne was pleased by her shocked expression. He slowly walked next to the dead man, crouched down, and pulled that dagger out of his chest.

He twirled the dagger in his hand. He was about to stick the dagger into another person's chest.

Olivia grabbed his hand. "Don't do it!"

The dagger in his raised hand still had the blood of the dead man on it. It flowed from the blade and dripped onto Olivia's face.

"Can you treat me now?" Wayne asked in a whisper, like the murmurs of the devil.

Olivia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Alright, I'll do it." Wayne clapped his hands. Alan called some people over to drag the frightened refugees and the dead body away.

If it weren't for the blood on the floor, Olivia would've thought it was all a dream.

She had read about Wayne's savagery on his file. But the words weren't as convincing as what she saw in person.

Wayne took some tissues and cleaned the blood off his blade. Then, he went back to the bed and lay down.

“Let's begin."

Olivia picked up a silver needle and eyed his neck.

Then, Wayne spoke up, "If anything happens to me, the entire city will die with you. Think about it before you stick that needle into me."

What a cruel man!

Olivia started to perform acupuncture, but she still felt very emotional. Other than his head, Olivia also stuck some needles all over his body. She didn't speak another word throughout the whole treatment.

The room was eerily quiet. There was only one thought in her mind— she had to find that ring and get out of there!

It wasn't in the bathroom, could it be in this room?

The decor of the room wasn't complicated. If she had the opportunity to search the room, it would only take her five minutes.

After she removed the last needle, Wayne closed his eyes. His breathing was steady. It looked like he had fallen asleep.

Wayne was a very paranoid person. It was highly possible that he was pretending to be asleep to catch her off guard, just like how he killed a man to make an example of him.

No matter how anxious she was, she wouldn't choose to do anything then and there. It was clear that Wayne had never fully trusted her to begin with.

She put her needles away and left the room without hesitation.

After she closed the door, Wayne slowly opened his eyes. He was like a leopard that had his eyes on his prey.

It was in the middle of the night. Olivia had stayed in this place for a day and a night. She had been shut in this room almost the whole time when she wasn't providing Wayne with treatment.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

She opened the door sneakily after night had fallen.

She had already planned out an escape route during the day. She only had to climb up the tree in the yard and jump onto the wall.

She climbed up the tree nimbly and jumped to the wall carefully.

After she jumped down from the wall, an amused voice rang out next to her. "Where do you think you're going, Ophelia?"

Wayne, who was dressed in black, slowly walked toward her. "Didn't I tell you to cure my headaches?"