Even After Death

Yale knelt.

"I won't change my mind, Dad.

Whatever that has to do with your family doesn't concern me.

novelbin And I'll return everything that belongs to you." "Fool! You think your grandfather will let you live? You're jumping sides while knowing so many of our family secrets!" Yale chuckled meaningfully.

"I don't intend to fight with the Kingston family.

I just want to protect the woman I love forever.

If you and Grandpa want me dead, I'll have no choice but to expose some of your secrets.

"Don't forget that I managed the household for many years.

I know where the family's biggest vulnerability is." Gordon beat Yale up to let his steam off.

When he was done, he spat at Yale.

"You're exactly the same as your mother, useless!" Olivia hurriedly hid behind a plant.

The furious Gordon didn't notice her.

Once Gordon left, Yale fished out a cigarette and a lighter with quivering hands.

As a result of his dislocated arm, the lighter dropped to the ground next to Olivia's foot.

She crouched down to pick it up.

The lighter clucked, a flame at its tip.

Yale was a mess.

His nose and the corner of his mouth were bleeding.

His black slacks were covered with black footprints.

Olivia's appearance didn't surprise him.

Biting a cigarette, he smiled helplessly.

"You're welcome for the show." First time witnessing such a forlorn Yale, Olivia couldn't find the right words to say.

"You..." He sat against the wall, breathing out a cloud of smoke that blurred his face.

"He's my father, but I'm an illegitimate child.

My mother was a bar girl." He took the initiative to tell his story.

She was slightly taken aback by his origin because not even Ethan knew of it.

The Kingstons did a good job burying the story in the dark.

It was no wonder the youngest son of the Kingston family was spoiled while Yale had to shoulder such a heavy burden.

"But I have nothing to do with the Kingstons from today onward.

Ms.

Fordham, believe it or not, I didn't do all this to earn favors from the Heath family.

I just don't want to put Molly in a tough spot." The Kingston family wasn't honest, and Mason had been aware of it a long time ago.

He hadn't made any moves, but his silence didn't mean that he wouldn't do anything in the future.

The Kingston family understood that as well.

That was why they wanted to use Yale's identity as an in- law to bring the two families together.

Once both families were bound for profit, honor, and loss, the Heath family wouldn't be able to lay a finger on them.

That explained why Yale had to simp for Krystal for years even though he didn't love her-it was for the Kingston family.

Then, karma did its job.

When he finally got together with the true Ms.

Heath, it was the time he left the Kingston family.

"Aren't you afraid of your grandfather?" "No.

He can't hurt Molly anymore.

The only person he can hurt is me." Yale wiped the streak of blood off his mouth.

"I've never felt so free before.

It's so nice to not have to sacrifice my life for the Kingstons." "Molly is lucky to have someone like you to love her." Olivia looked at the skinny man.

Molly and Yale turned from strangers into each other's salvation, bringing light into each other's lives.

Crouching down, Olivia fixed his dislocated arm.

"Take care." That was the only thing she could do.

She clearly knew that Mason wouldn't accept Yale Kingston, who had the Kingstons' support.

But without the support from the Kingstons, the Heaths had lesser reason to accept him.

Who would entrust their precious daughter to someone without a family background, let alone a man whose life was always in danger? Even though Yale was staying in the Heath residence at the moment, it was merely to look after Molly so that she could focus on her recovery without worries.

The day she recovered would be the day they separated ways.

Olivia walked into the snow, where Ethan had been waiting for her for a long time.

Spreading his arms, he hugged her to shield her from the snowy breeze.

"I've been waiting for you for so long." "Sorry. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Let's go home." The sorrow in Olivia melted away.