Chapter 343 Oliver, I Don't Want Your Liver
Downstairs, the sound of a car echoed.
Olivia got all jittery. She grabbed Lester's hand, her voice shaky, "Mr. Windsor's probably back! Mr. Mitchell, you gotta go now. If he catches you, it'll be a disaster!"
Sarah shivered.
Lester couldn't take it. He tilted his head back a bit, his eyes stinging.
He didn't want to drag Sarah into this mess, so he slipped out quietly.
At the door, he glanced at the necklace, gently running his fingers over it, then lightly touched his eyes.
Lester took off in a hurry, and behind him, the sound of leather shoes got closer.
Oliver paused, squinting as he eyed the nurse down the hall. That figure was way too bulky.
He turned to Zoey, speaking casually, "Isn't Lester's wife due soon?"
Zoey, who'd been with him for years, was sharp.
She steadied herself and smiled casually, "Yeah, should be any day now."
"Should be?" Oliver took off his gold-rimmed glasses, his expression turning icy, "Zoey, since when did you start talking so vaguely? It's not 'should be'; Lester's wife is probably giving birth at Brightview Medical Center!"
Hearing this, Zoey got really nervous. She had no clue what Oliver was planning next.
Luckily, Oliver didn't press further. He put his glasses back on and headed towards the VIP ward.
Lester got back to the ward. His wife, Alyssa Reed, was nursing their baby. She looked up and saw Lester's outfit, "Lester, why are you dressed like that? People will think you're wearing women's clothes and call you a pervert!"
Alyssa was blunt. She usually got along well with Lester and spoke her mind.
Lester forced a smile, took off the nurse's uniform, and sat by the bed, watching Alyssa nurse their daughter.
Their daughter looked like him, with smooth, delicate skin, very beautiful.
Lester's heart softened. He gently fastened the necklace around his daughter's neck, adjusting its length.
Alyssa, who came from a well-off background, noticed the necklace's value and asked, "Lester, who gave you this?"
Lester gently stroked Alyssa's hair, smiling faintly, "An old schoolmate, who happens to be in the same hospital. I went to visit, and they gave me this."
Alyssa nodded.
Alyssa then reminded Lester, "This is not cheap. Since the person is ill, you should buy something nice to give back. We can't let people think we like to take advantage."
Lester nodded, not saying anything more, just staying with Alyssa and their daughter. He knew deep down that he would live his life pretending to be deaf and mute. He didn't need to think about it. He was just a pitiful person under Oliver's mercy, and Alyssa, who slept beside him every night, was also arranged by Oliver.
This "happiness" he once relished, but now it seemed so ridiculous!
He touched his daughter's soft hair and suddenly said, "Let's name her Nicole Mitchell."
Alyssa liked it very much. She looked at her daughter, her face full of a happy smile. She gently teased her, "Daddy gave you the name Nicole! Sweetie, do you like this name? Daddy chose it."
Alyssa then looked at Lester. Although their marriage was arranged by Oliver, Lester was gentle and considerate, and he was handsome and refined. They rarely quarreled and lived a very harmonious life.
Alyssa's eyes were full of love.
Oliver stood at the VIP ward door, raising his hand slightly.
Zoey, being very perceptive, stayed outside.
Oliver grasped the door handle and pushed it open. As soon as he entered, he smelled a strange scent.
Once, he lived on the edge, and he could recognize unfamiliar scents immediately.
Night fell. Sarah leaned lightly against the white pillow, her eyes devoid of any light.
Oliver walked to the bedside and slowly sat down.
He stroked her face, and almost instantly, Sarah turned her face away. Oliver withdrew his hand, his tone carrying a hint of mockery, "He was here, so now you don't even want me to touch you?"
Sarah was startled.
Oliver stared at her face, speaking softly, "This room reeks of him, and so do you! Let me clean you up."
Usually, Sarah didn't want to talk to him. But now she was panicking because she knew Oliver too well. Even though she was weak now, if he was unhappy, he would still torment her.
Sarah clutched the clothes in front of her, her voice soft, "I don't need it."
But she couldn't stop him.
Oliver got up and closed the small room's door, telling Olivia not to come in. He went to the bathroom and wrung out a hot towel. He peeled off her loose hospital gown, exposing her emaciated body.
In the small room, Olivia was very anxious.
She mustered the courage to call out, "I just cleaned Mrs. Windsor."
Oliver ignored Olivia. He manipulated Sarah's body, cleaning every part of her thoroughly.
As he leaned over, he deliberately kissed her body, his voice hoarse as he asked, "How did it feel to see him again?"
Sarah felt deeply humiliated. She didn't care if he was dirty, but she cared that her wretched body was being wantonly played with.
Oliver was punishing her, punishing his unfaithful wife.
Sarah couldn't stop him. She convinced herself not to care, exposing herself like that. Her eyes, unfocused, met his, her voice very light, "Oliver, do you still feel anything?"
Oliver was momentarily dazed. Suddenly, memories flooded back. He remembered their first time, her fair, delicate body glistening with water droplets, like a morning rose covered in dew. That night, he admired everything about Sarah for the first time.
But now, Sarah was like a withered rose.
Oliver couldn't bring himself to face the reality. He kept kissing her, trying to awaken their shared memories, "Sarah! You used to love me. We had happy times."
He was jealous of Lester, his actions too aggressive.
Sarah was hurt by him. She grabbed his hair, her thin body writhing and struggling on the bed. She spoke each word with gasps and pain, "Oliver, I can't endure any more of your torment. It's disgusting."
Oliver lay by her neck, breathing heavily. His tall, firm body was tense, showing his restraint. He was in his prime, with strong sexual desires, and he hadn't had sex for over a month.
His hot breath was scorching. Sarah's face turned to the side.
After a long time, Oliver finally calmed down. He gently adjusted her clothes and sat up.
He took a cigarette from his pocket, playing with it between his fingers. He spoke casually, "I found the best medical doctor for you. He can cure your illness. After some treatment, when the time is right, we'll do a liver transplant!"
Sarah murmured, "Oliver, I don't want your liver."
He glared at her, sneering, "Then whose do you want? Your great brother's? He doesn't match you. Even if he gave you his liver, it wouldn't save your life!"
Sarah's vision was all black. She couldn't see his expression, which was actually a relief. They didn't have to pretend.
She softly repeated, "I'd rather die."
Oliver coldly stared at her, speaking again with a tone full of indifference, "It seems you are determined to die, to leave me! Sarah, do you remember that document? The one you burned on the rooftop?"
Sarah became agitated, clutching his sleeve tightly, her voice hoarse, "What about that document? Oliver, what did you do with it?"
Oliver's eyes met hers. After a while, he gently removed her hand and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The night was hazy.
Oliver spoke the most heartless words to the gravely ill Sarah, "The document I gave you last time was fake. The real one is still in the safe at our home in Evergreen City. So, if you don't behave and listen, Dylan will have to spend another 20 years in prison."
Sarah was stunned, then she lost control, letting out a piercing scream, "Oliver, that was exchanged with Jacob's life! Now you tell me it was fake?"
Her face was full of tears, her voice filled with despair, "Oliver, tell me, what is real?"