Even After Death Novel (Olivia) novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156

Ethan opened the wooden door. The room had a simple layout, and all the furniture was made of wood.

There was a small bed in the room, and a drawing board was placed next to it.

The picture showed cherry trees under the moonlight. The island looked especially quiet in the moon’s glow.

The artist was extremely skilled. From a glance, Ethan could tell that Olivia had drawn the picture.

He was overjoyed when he confirmed it. He had finally found her.

There was also a thick pile of drawings at the side. Ethan calmly looked through them.

A picture showed fishermen returning in the evening light. Smiles filled the faces of the women and children.

There was a youth weaving straw hats while another painted in the morning sunlight. A man with a metal mask leaned against a cherry tree.

Perhaps Olivia didn’t mean anything when she drew it. But to Ethan, there was another meaning to this drawing.

This was the man who took her away.

Ethan had a cold air about him. He walked up to Martha with the picture in his hand. Then, he asked coldly, “Tell me, Ma’am. Where is she?”

When Olivia saw Ethan entering Martha’s house, she had the urge to go back.

A hand grabbed her wrist tightly. Coming back to her senses, she realized that it was Jack. He had returned before she knew it.

Olivia was panicking. “He’s here!”

“I know. Don’t be afraid.” Jack patted her head to comfort her. “I’ll take you away. Come with me.”

Olivia’s heart was in a mess as she panicked. She swiftly followed Jack down a path off the island, where a speedboat was waiting. She would be free as soon as she got onto the boat.

But she was doubtful. Could she achieve true freedom?

There was more than one scar on his body. He had scars from blades and even bullets.

He never talked about it, and she never asked.

She only had a vague idea that the Millers were influential like the Carltons.

But she never cared who Ethan truly was.

If she left, all the islanders would get caught in the crossfire. She had already cut off the path she used to take, so she couldn’t go back anymore.

While she was hesitating, Ethan had already approached him. He stood on the tall cliff, looking down at the world like a king. “Liv, I’ve said this before. You can’t escape.”