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I knew she was warning him away from the topic, but I wanted to address it to make sure everyone understood that I was not and would never be that traitorous bitch, Nyla. As soon as I saw clarity in Mr. Blake's eyes, I spoke up. "That was not me. That was Oliver's first mate from before he died. He was resurrected by your Goddess, and now I am his fated mate." I didn't realize my hand was shaking until Oliver grabbed mine over my knees and laced our fingers together. "You died?" His father asked, looking taken aback by the news. Maddie jumped up, running over and crashing into Oliver's legs. "Don't worry, Grandpa. We took care of him."

Oliver was still alive. He rolled down from such a high place and wasn't found until later. His head was already bleeding from the fall. He should have died long ago. How could he still be alive? She was full of dissatisfaction. He didn't publish the will he drafted. But as soon as he died, his lawyer would publish it. That was the result she wanted. But he was still alive. She took a deep breath and burst out with a more miserable cry. "How could this happen? Grandpa was fine before! How could he fall?"

Ophelia provided, throwing the hook into the sea immediately. "You are a twin?" Gabe seemed shocked. "Was. He died at age twelve from a weak heart. He was wolfless, so it was impossible to have his heart healed." A sad smile took over her face upon remembering her brother who died in the arms of her mother. "It must be sad," Gabe said quietly, before increasing the length of his rope into the sea. "Oh, it was. And we haven't gotten over his death, we just learn to deal with the pain that he's gone through." She paused when she felt a weight dragging the hook, "seems I've caught one."

Three streams of light landed. At a glance, they saw Oliver lying on the ground. “Guardian Stone!” “Oliver, what happened?” “Guardian Stone...” However, no matter how loudly they called out, Oliver’s Nascent Soul was destroyed and he was dead, no longer able to respond. “He’s dead...” Joshua’s expression was dark. “The body is still warm, which means they’re not far away. Let’s hurry and chase after them.” “Yes!” “Got it!” The three set out in three different directions.

He could only advise her to take care of herself, helping her walk toward the dining room. When he first saw Kevin, his reaction was the same as Mrs. Smith's—astonished. After that, he was tossed about by tumultuous waves of emotions for quite some time. What he never expected was that Oliver hadn't died and was still alive and well. Certainly, he hadn't thought of Oliver coming back in such a manner. Oliver had been declared dead by the police, and even the body had been handed over to his father. Maxwell believed that all of this was orchestrated by Mrs. Davis. If she intended to play with the Smith Family, she would do it thoroughly, leaving no trace!

"Yeah, I just wanted the baby inside me to be born safely. I wanted to be a happy mother. Didn't you also take my life? "I'm just using your methods against you. Why can't you handle it?" Oliver lay despondently on the ground, a miserable laugh escaping his lips. "Karen, consider it a debt I owe you. Can't you spare my life?" I didn't answer him. Because the answer was no. Two weeks later, Oliver's company was shut down, leaving him buried under crippling debt. Unable to cope, he overdosed on sleeping pills and was found dead in his home.

Noel exhaled deeply, and there was a slight hint of envy in his tone as he spoke, “As expected, he won, and he won without contest. The guy who instigated Oliver only managed to endure three attacks from Oliver before Oliver managed to stab him in the chest, and blood literally splattered all over the floor. Fortunately, Oliver knew the boundaries and stopped in the end. That person wasn’t badly wounded, but his wounds were serious enough to make him bedridden for a month or two.”

With that, he turned and left. Meanwhile, Yvan stared at his back with a meaningful look. He thought about what Spencer had said. He balled up his fists. How did he treat Yuna two years ago? … After Yuna got off from work, she opened the document when she was finally free. There was information about a specific person inside. Oliver Lewis, 28 years old, a part-time racer, an orphan, and so on. After staring at the documents for a while, she read the last two pieces of information. Oliver and Daisy had been classmates ever since middle school, and Oliver died in a car accident during a race.

“She got too sick, didn’t she? I knew something like that would happen. Please, take me to see her, she needs to know that I am okay.” “Your grandmother is dead, Olivia. She died a year ago.”

"You slept with a rich guy in there?" Oliver looked away. His face felt hot. "It is none of your business." "Everything you do is my business," Scarlett said. Her voice was strict. "You are my little brother. I protect you. You do not belong with these rich players." "I am twenty-three. I do not need protection," Oliver argued. Scarlett sighed. She let go of his arm. "I told you to stop looking into Dad's death. I told you it is dangerous." "I cannot stop," Oliver said quickly. "He died on the ice rink five years ago. They said it was a heart attack. But he was healthy. He was the best team doctor. And his medical logbook is missing pages. Someone hid the truth."