Even After Death

Olivia was no longer the young woman who would panic during a crisis.

She made plans very rationally.

Since Avery was home, she could go to the hospital.

Troy's surgery had just finished in the hospital, and he was still unconscious.

When Olivia arrived, Sean was still by his side, looking at him worriedly.

If Troy found out that his arms were completely ruined and he could no longer design jewelry, he would definitely be devastated. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

His arms were very important to him.

"I'm sorry, Sean.

It's all my fault.

This wouldn't have happened if Troy hadn't tried to save me..." Jacqueline was standing next to Sean.

There were two tiny wounds on her face that were covered up by band -aids.

She stood next to Sean with a sad expression.

"It's not your fault.

I'm just glad you're fine.

Our family can't bear any more accidents." "You're here, Dr.

Fordham." Olivia walked over with a grave expression.

"Is Mr.

Troy still unconscious?" "The doctor said he'll regain consciousness soon." Sean sighed.

Olivia looked at that pale face.

She thought about the grand show Troy was about to have.

His hands getting injured at this point in time meant all his hard work would go down the drain.

After a while, Troy regained consciousness.

He thought he was still at the scene of the accident.

So, he shouted, "Jacqueline, Jacquline! " Jacqueline rushed over with tears in her eyes.

"I'm here, Troy.

I'm here." Troy sighed in relief when he saw that Jacqueline was unharmed.

" I'm so glad you're okay." He reflexively wanted to raise his hand to pat Jacqueline on the head but realized he could not move his hands.

He strained himself so hard that he started to sweat, but nothing changed.

He looked at his hands and muttered, "What happened...

to my hands?" "I'm sorry, Troy.

It's all my fault.

Your arms are seriously injured.

You won't be able to lift them up anymore." Jacqueline slapped herself.

"If you hadn't protected me, your arms wouldn't have been injured.

1 wish I could chop my hands off and give them to you." 2 Troy ignored her cries.

He was still stunned by the fact that his arms were useless.

He almost forgot to breathe.

He turned stiffly to look at Sean.

"Sean, tell me.

What happened to my arms?" "Troy, get some rest.

I'll find the best doctors for you.

Your arms will definitely get better." His legs were a prime example.

There was still hope for Troy's arms.

"I'm disabled.

I'm worthless now," Troy repeated over and over.

His eyes were wide open with a terrifying expression.

"Troy, modern medicine has advanced a lot.

Don't overthink it.

Things will get better as long as you're still alive.

"Get better? Sean, your legs have been crippled for so long.

Have you gotten better? Why did it have to be my arms? Why my arms?" Sean saw how much Troy was suffering and had the urge to tell him that his legs had recovered.

Olivia pressed down on his shoulders to stop him from doing it.

"Mr.

Troy, this is just temporary.

You have to have faith." Troy was staring at the ceiling blankly.

After the extreme grief he felt, he went silent.

He wasn't calm.

He had just lost all hope.

He had seen how worked up Sean was when he was crippled.

Then, he became depressed because there was nothing he could do.

Back then, he could still offer words for Sean.

But when the same thing happened to him, he understood how devastating it was.

His gaze darkened.

1 "There's no more future for me..."