Even After Death Novel (Olivia) novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483

Jeff noticed that Olivia was deep in thought and realized he had gone off-topic.

“Look at me. I was talking about you and Ethan but ended up talking about myself. Olivia, don’t worry. Ethan is a good man. He won’t mess around when he’s away from home. I had him looked into when

you married him. He’s always done a good job of keeping his distance from other women.”

Olivia didn’t want to talk about Ethan.

“Dad, how much do you know about Jodie?”

Jeff wanted to drop the subject but saw that Olivia cared about it. So, he said, “In the beginning, I thought she was a bright and obedient kid. Then, I realized I only saw the tip of the iceberg after I saw what she did. Why did you ask? Did you know her?”

Olivia came back to her senses. “It’s nothing. I was just curious about your love life, Dad.”

Jeff smiled gently. “It’s all in the past. I want nothing else but to see you happy every day.”

Jeff seemed to think that Jodie’s death was an accident. He knew nothing about what Ethan did to the Fordham family in response to Jodie’s death. So, Olivia didn’t bring it up.

“Dad, I understand that. You don’t have to worry about me and Ethan. I’ll handle it. Like you said, couples fight, and we didn’t even fight. We just see each other less because of the nature of his job.

“It doesn’t affect much. So, you don’t have to worry. I’m smiling less because I’m not feeling well from the pregnancy.”

“Alright. I’m relieved to hear you say that. I’ll get you some dessert.”

“I’m not as deft as I used to be, and I move slower too. So, I’ll just put in more time. These are my gifts to the babies as their grandfather. Babies grow up quickly, so you’ll have to prepare clothes and toys in advance. And there’s the crib too.”

Jeff said with a bright expression, “You don’t have to worry about me. I have nothing better to do anyway. Woodwork is good for passing the time.”

Olivia placed a hand on her stomach. Time was passing quickly. She wondered if she should be making preparations as well.

She recalled the room she had prepared for the baby she lost. She had handpicked every single piece of clothing and toy in the room. All the joy she felt while preparing the room turned into grief when she lost the baby. Even a simple rattle toy could bring her to tears.