Chapter 287

After Olivia came out of John's ward, she sprinted back to her ward. As soon as she returned, she closed the door, leaned against it, and wept. She thought she did not care anymore, but it was all a lie. After seeing the interaction between John and Dorothy earlier, she felt a stinging pain in her heart as if it was about to stop beating. She felt useless for shedding tears for that man. She probably had cried so hard that her lungs ached, and the smell of blood surged from her throat again. She covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom. She turned on the tap and dipped her face into the cold water. She had no right to cry when she had not retrieved her parents’ remains. When she emerged from the bathroom, she did not expect to look up and see Dorothy standing at the door sneering at her. Olivia's expression sank. "What are you doing here?" "What do you think I'm doing here?" Dorothy folded her arms, looked at her pale face, and said contemptuously, "I'm here to see you make