Chapter 7

"Olivia, he wanted to kill me... We can't keep this dog around anymore, or he'll surely take revenge on us one day!"

Nathan, a grown man, was now shedding tears in fright as he cowered behind Olivia. "Olivia, I just spilled some cheap flour, and he wanted to kill me for it. If we don't deal with him, where will you put your face in the future?"

Olivia comforted Nathan while looking down at his face covered in bloody marks, her heart filled with anger.

It was just some flour, yet Ethan dared to hit Nathan. Wasn't this deliberately opposing her?

Could it be that Ethan knew she had fallen ill because of him, and that's why he dared to be so reckless?

Olivia's expression instantly turned vicious. She gave a look to her bodyguard, then turned to face him with a terrifying expression.

"You treasure it so much, it must be because you can't afford to eat, right? Don't worry, you won't waste it if you eat it."

As soon as Olivia finished speaking, Ethan's heart stopped. His pupils dilated as he shook his head desperately, "Are you crazy?"

He tried to scoop up the ashes on the ground, wanting to escape this hell.

But the next second, the bodyguards firmly restrained him, rendering him immobile.

"Olivia, you'll face retribution for this. Do you know what this is? This is......"

Before Ethan could finish speaking, the bodyguards grabbed a handful of ashes and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Ethan clenched his teeth tightly, desperately trying to dodge.

"Get away! I won't eat it!"

This was Emily's ashes. How could they dare to do such a rebellious thing! Why did his sister have to suffer such torment even after death?

"If you want to eat, I'll feed you until you're full! Hold him down properly!"

Seeing Ethan resist so fiercely, Nathan grabbed his chin and forcefully poured it in.

Ethan wanted to bite his tongue to avoid swallowing it directly, but the large amount of powder choked him into a coughing fit. The gray-white ashes covered his entire face, looking quite ridiculous.

Gradually, Ethan stopped struggling. Tears slid into his sideburns as his hands fell limp. His eyes were filled with deathly stillness.

Olivia was startled by Ethan's expression and panicked for a moment.

"Stop! I don't want him to die yet."

She called for Nathan to stop, a flash of complex emotions crossing her eyes.

Nathan's eyes were bloodshot, showing no intention of stopping: "He wanted to kill me. I won't let him off easily!"

"Enough! Nathan, if you kill him, no one will clean up this mess for you!"

Olivia scolded angrily, signaling the bodyguards to let go of Ethan and stop Nathan's actions.

Hearing this, Nathan was indignant. Not killing Ethan left him unsatisfied, but seeing Olivia's cold expression, he didn't dare to act rashly.

"This can't end like this! I'm going to report him to the police!"

Nathan quickly picked up his phone, but it was knocked away by Olivia the next second.

"I think you've gone mad too. With Ethan in this state, if our drug use gets exposed, what then? I have the Thompson family to protect me, but what about you? The Ji family has more than just you as a son."

Olivia frowned, threatening him. She wasn't concerned about Nathan's life or death; she just didn't want Ethan to go to jail. She didn't want Ethan to leave her.

"Then what should I do? Olivia, are you just going to watch me get beaten up for nothing?"

Nathan pretended to be pitiful, tears streaming down his face, but only irritated Olivia.

"Just have Ethan kneel down and apologize to you. Don't keep harping on it. I don't like you like this."

After saying this, the bodyguards immediately pressed Ethan down. Ethan's proud spirit had long been crushed. Like a walking corpse, he knelt in front of Nathan.

"Kowtow! Don't you even know how to apologize?"

Nathan was dissatisfied but didn't dare to vent. He temporarily couldn't afford to offend the Thompson family.

Ethan was forced to bow his head, heavily kowtowing on the ground.

Once.

Twice.

Until Nathan revealed a triumphant smile, he was finally pulled up and thrown aside like garbage.

He got up and desperately tried to induce vomiting, powder mixed with bloody saliva hanging on his lips.

Olivia, already nauseated from her illness, now felt her stomach churning at the sight.

"Get him out of here! Can't you see the young miss is disgusted? A bunch of useless things!"

"No! No, I haven't taken her home yet!"