Even After Death

Alan brushed it over, but it was enough to leave Wendell in shock. Wendell imagined what kind of life Wayne had led before this.

Growing up in a slum where all kinds of people lived… People like them had never really owned anything anyway, so they wouldn't feel the pain of loss…

Ever since his wife passed away, Wendell didn't really care much about Alexander's upbringing. Wendell was merely generous when it came to spending money on Alexander.

But once he reunited with his son, he realized how much it could hurt to be a parent.

If that marriage arrangement was Wayne's wish, Wendell was hell-bent on making it happen.

…

Olivia was watching the sunset painting colors to the horizon by the seashore.

Although Jacqueline was dead, Olivia didn't feel happy, not even one bit.

So what if the mastermind was dead? The Fordham family was still in disarray, and no one knew where Shana was.

Olivia sighed softly.

"You're too young to be sighing like that." Wayne suddenly appeared next to her.

He sat next to her carefreely, completely unbothered by the sand.

He patted his side. "Have a seat. I won't do anything to you. I just want to have a chat with you."

Olivia glanced at him. She subconsciously retreated backward before taking a seat.

"Hey, it's the 20th century. Stop being old-fashioned, will you?" He really disliked how she was avoiding him like the plague.

She shook her head. "Wayne, we can be friends. I can't promise you anything beyond that."

Then, he suddenly leaned in closer. His presence was overwhelming. "Dr. Fordham, if you didn't want my attention, you shouldn't have given me hope in the beginning."

"Sorry, Wayne." If Olivia had known that that mission would pique his interest in her, she wouldn't have accepted it.

"Not even a chance? We can try." Wayne put himself low at this point.

Olivia stared at his pleading eyes. Lovesick had never been an illness that she could heal.

Ethan roared, "In your dreams! Liv has agreed to marry me."

The men glared at each other the second they met each other. The tension thickened in the air.

Wayne threatened, "Got a death wish? Don't forget whose territory you're on right now."

"It doesn't matter whose territory it is. I can beat you into a pulp."

"You're asking for it!" Like a leopard, Wayne pounced on Ethan almost instantly, aiming a punch at Ethan's face. 

Ethan managed to block it, and the two got into a fight.

Olivia silently gave them some space, not even trying to stop them.

She even asked someone to bring her a coconut so that she could enjoy watching them fight while drinking in the lounge.

Kelvin was worried. "Mrs. Miller, are you not going to stop them?"

"Why should I? A men's fight has nothing to do with women," she stated casually.

Willow came running bare-footed. The bells around her ankle rang briskly.

When she reached the men covered in sand, they finally stopped.

Ethan cooed, "Alright, Willow. Don't worry. I'll stop."

Wayne chimed in, "Willow, look at me. I'm your stepfather."

She dug out a little crab, sparing them an indifferent glance before leaving. It was as if she were looking at idiots. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Wayne watched her back. "Is that your daughter?"

Ethan's fist was flying at Wayne again. "Stepfather? Not a chance!"

Olivia put down the coconut to wave at Willow. "Willow, we're going to go home soon."

Yes, she was going to leave the men resolving their personal grudges with their fists.