What Happens To Oliver In Invincible นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Oliver reacted quickly and rushed to catch Paula. "Mom… Mom, are you okay?" Oliver asked with concern. But before Paula could answer, Oliver felt dizzy himself. His head buzzed loudly, and his breathing became rapid and difficult. He couldn't stay on his feet either. However, I wasn't about to help them. I let them both collapse to the ground. I was pregnant after all, and besides, I hadn't forgotten the grudges from my previous life. While I couldn't bear to watch them die in front of me, giving them a lesson was completely justified.

“Prove it. Show us your wound.” For a moment, Oliver considered refusing, but then he pulled up his shirt to reveal the deep gash in his side, all covered up and almost healed. The sight of it made their faces pale. “How… how are you still standing?” one of them whispered. Oliver dropped his shirt and stepped forward, his eyes blazing with quiet fury. “You can’t break me. And if you try something like this again…” He leaned in, his voice a low growl. “You’d better watch your backs, because I’ll make sure you regret it.”

I hear running in the background and I push my leg for another round but Oliver stops me, dragging my leg, he tightens it so hard I am scared he is going to snap my ankle. "You want to be wise, huh? Did that knot head of a husband make you do this? Was this a plan? Well, if we go down, then you go with us. Get out of the fucking car, Michael, help her out," Oliver orders. In the space of one minute, I was howled towards the bridge, fighting and screaming. "Stop, Oliver. You are hurting me," I beg. He didn't give a fuck. "What's going on, London? What are they doing to you?" Zane asks as his breathing becomes labored.

“No! Want Awiya! Where Awiya?!” I told him I was here. That I could carry him. But he kept screaming. For her. But we have the same face! Why won’t he let me carry him? Why doesn’t anybody love me the same way? In that moment, something in me snapped. I shoved him. Just hard enough. He slipped. Fell. And hit a branch. There was a sound—wet and sharp—and when I looked down, Oliver wasn’t crying anymore. The branch had gone clean through his chest.

Sophia could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, a silent reminder that they were still alive, still breathing. Oliver stood a few feet away, his eyes scanning the warehouse for any sign of danger. His face was a mask of resolve, but there was a haunted look in his eyes, a shadow that hadn’t been there before. The betrayal he had just committed against Victoria, his old ally, weighed heavily on him. "We need to get out of here," Oliver said, his voice breaking the silence. "There might be more of her men on the way. This place isn’t safe."

I could feel her fear and worry, and I knew that she was trying to be strong for me. The doctor had told us to relax, but there was no way we were doing that. Landon, Olivia's dad, came in then. I guess Olivia had called him. He walked up to us then. "Hey. How are you guys holding up?” Olivia smiled weakly and stood up to hug him. "Thanks, dad." I shook hands with him and Rhonda hugged him too, weeping his shirt. “I'm here for you." he said She smiled faintly at him and thanked him for coming.

He concluded that he was going to try his best to make Oluwole forget about his old life and that meant he was never going to take him back home. Oluwole woke up to find himself on a soft bed in an air-conditioned room. He was putting on someone else’s clothes. He took a whiff of himself and discovered that he had taken a bath although he couldn’t remember having one. The last thing he could remember was sitting on the couch with Charles after taking a dose of painkillers after which everything went blank.

"You're a Davidson, Olivia. Act like it. No one messes with us and goes scot-free, not when I am hale and hearty. I will make up for the years that I've been absent, I promise to stand by you no matter what decisions you take. Just tell me what you want, and it will be done!" Olivia's low sobs slowly ceased and she stared at the man seated opposite her with red and swollen eyes. She could see that he was ready to do anything for her, including destroying everything Damian had ever worked for, and the thought smeared a warm feeling through her cold core. That was exactly what she wanted, Revenge... The word echoed in her head like a boomerang until Ivan's voice broke into her thoughts. "What