Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 77
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Ethan silently stared at the paper in Chris‘ hands. Feeling pressured, Chris forced a smile. “The results are in. Mr. Miller, you
have nothing to worry about. I told you she’d be fine. Take a look.”
Fine? Olivia frowned. A CT scan might miss the symptoms at the early stages of cancer when even the organs function just fine.
But it was odd that the scan picked up nothing when she was in the late stage of stomach cancer.
While she was thinking hard, Ethan looked more relieved and grew hostile at the same time. He made his way to her with a grim
expression.
She squirmed under his gaze, wondering what he had picked up from the results. Anger was not an emotion she expected to
see in him after he learned the truth about her failing health.
He stood in front of her with eyes that burned in rage.
“So...” Her voice trailed.
He suddenly threw the papers at her and bellowed, “Take a look at it yourself!”
She picked up the CT results that showed no abnormalities. Even her blood test results came back normal, with the red and
white blood cell counts hovering around 4.
Since she took a Neulasta injection last night, she wasn’t surprised by her normal white blood cell count. But the CT scan must
have gone wrong somewhere. The top–notch facilities at the hospital couldn’t have missed her symptoms either.
The cold, hard truth was laid out in front of her. When she was wracking her brains, Ethan suddenly leaned forward with both his
arms by her side. “Olivia Fordham, I underestimated you.”
He had a mocking look in his eyes. “Your acting was perfect. I almost fell for it.”
“Did you think I was faking my illness?” She finally put two and two together.
He smirked. “And what did you think would change?”

It was a ridiculous accusation. Ethan was the one who hurt her, but he still wanted to drag her through the mud.
Taking a deep breath, she refused to fight with him. If he trusted her, he would not demand answers. If he refused to believe in
her words, no amount of reasoning would help.
True, she had clung onto him and cooked up all sorts of excuses to avoid a divorce. However, she decided to give up on the
relationship from the moment she signed the divorce papers. Somehow, Ethan perceived her condition as made–up, a ploy to
seek attention.
Her past self would have chosen to speak up, but she was long past that stage. She looked at him quietly and agreed. “That’s
right. I cannot give up my title of Mrs. Miller. That’s why I am faking my illness. My thing with Keith was an act that I put up. Even
the suicide attempt was planned. That’s my true color-a cunning bitch. Now, do you see me for who I really am?”
He was taken aback at her no–nonsense admission. After staring at her for a while, he said coldly, “Why did you turn out this
way?”
That was the last straw that made her blood boil. Puffing and huffing, she clutched the bedsheet and tensed up like a drawn bow.
“That was all thanks to you.”