Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller Novel Full Episode

Chapter 569

Olivia tried to break free, but Ethan knew her too well. She was completely subdued and couldn’t move at all.

Olivia was upset. She tried so hard to get to where she was. She almost got into the Black Ravens. She was so close to getting away from Ethan and regaining her freedom.

“No! I don’t want to lose my memories. Ethan, don’t make me hate you. Where’s the antidote? There has to be an antidote, right?”

Olivia grabbed Ethan’s collar tightly, but he smiled.

“Liv, I never thought about undoing this, so there is no antidote.”

Olivia slumped to the ground and stared at her battered palm. It was only then that she realized how arduous her journey had

been.

She endured so many hardships. She even had a few near-death experiences. Her painful memories were the reason she was

alive. She tried very hard to get to where she was.

She had become strong. No longer weak or fearful. She had broken out of the chains holding her back, but Ethan wanted her to

revert to who she used to be.

Olivia wanted to hit Ethan, but she started to have a splitting headache. She clutched her head and rolled on the ground in pain.

Ethan asked angrily, “What is happening?”

Brent explained, “It might be due to Mrs. Miller’s physical condition. Everyone experiences different effects after they take the drug.

“Also, Mrs. Miller is different from the drug testers. Most of those who agreed to test the drug wanted to lose their memories.

“Mrs. Miller is resisting too strongly. That’s why she’s having a headache. Don’t worry, Mr. Miller. The side effects will pass in a few minutes.”

Ethan crouched down and held Olivia in his arms tightly. He tried to comfort her repeatedly.

Olivia felt like her head was going to explode. She said in a shaky voice, “Ethan, please don’t make me lose my memories.

“I’ve experienced a lot of pain, but there are more happy moments than sad ones in my life. My memories are the only things I have left of my father. I don’t want to lose them.”

“Liv, we’ll make more happy memories together when you’re with me.”

Olivia grabbed Ethan’s shirt with both her hands. She was in incredible pain, but she said through gritted teeth, “You’re scum, Ethan.”

Olivia could feel every inch of her head throbbing with pain. She was in so much pain that she could barely breathe.

Eventually, she felt like her memories were like pictures flashing in her mind.

Everly’s teary farewell, Jeff’s calm expression before passing, Mona’s smile while covered in blood, the car losing control and crashing through the guardrail, Chloe’s passing, her wrist being shot, the helplessness she felt as she was pinned on the operating table…

Every single memory.

Olivia was in so much pain she started to see things. She tried her best to reach out and hold on to the people in the memories.

She wanted things to go back to the way they were. But the memories were flashing very rapidly. Olivia felt pained, and her emotions were fluctuating.

In that snowy winter, she and Ethan divorced. She experienced the pain of losing a child for the first time.

Ethan was drunk and told her that he wanted a baby. He planted a whole garden of roses because he loved her.

Jeff was relatively younger then. He was gentle and elegant. He was also the most loving father she could ever ask for.

She was the genius student that everyone looked up to. She stood on the stage with pride.

She saw the handsome man in a white shirt standing in the field.

When she was a child, she would always ask Jeff when Chloe would be back, but she was happy most of the time.

Her memories stopped at the scene where she picked up a young man covered in blood in an alley. She saved his life and smiled at him before she left.

Olivia had just realized that the young man from the long-forgotten memory was Ethan. So, they had met so long ago.

Memories rewound to when she was a child. It was the first time other kids bullied her. Jeff shielded her behind her back.

And Chloe’s departure…

Olivia could see her 22-year-old self becoming and getting further away. Then, before she went out of sight, she smiled and waved at her as if she was bidding farewell.

Olivia was crying as she ran frantically toward her 22-year-old self. “Don’t go. Don’t leave me!”