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Chapter 976
Ethan hadn't eaten in two days.
Oddly enough, the cucumber-like fruit exuded a faint fragrance that helped him regain some appetite.
He took a few bites of it. It was juicy, and the juice was refreshing and sweet.
Everywhere the juice landed on felt a little rejuvenating, and his pain was relieved a lot.
“Is this medicine?" he asked Willow.
Willow nodded. Then, she gave him more produce he had never seen before. He wasn't even sure if they were
fruits or vegetables.
Ethan hastily ate them. They couldn't rid him of the toxins, but they did replenish some of his energy.
His body got a little better.
"Thank you, Willow." He reached out again, caressing Willow's head.
He couldn't help but say, "I wonder who your parents are to have given birth to such a caring and adorable child as
you."
Willow blinked as she looked at him. Alicia looked a lot like him, so Willow wondered if he was her father.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWillow was deep in thought when Ethan removed his hand from her head.
"Sorry. I don't have much time left, so I have to make use of every second I have. I can't play with you."
Even though Willow couldn't speak, she was a mature and well-behaved child. Ethan wanted to play with her for a
bit.
Sadly, he was running out of time.
He had too many things he hadn't mentioned in his will. After eating, Ethan had to continue writing the will.
He didn't rest for the whole night. He could feel that his life, which Willow's blood had extended for him, was
gradually trickling out.
His senses began to deteriorate again. Fortunately, he had completed his will. He wanted to save his remaining time
for Olivia and the children.
Originally, his life wouldn't wane so fast, but he was constantly using up energy, so the toxin spread even faster.
First, Ethan wrote his last letter to Connor. The letter was very long, and he mostly wrote about his wishes. for
Connor to grow up well.
He wrote that he wasn't a good father and that he couldn't give Connor a complete family.
Instead, Connor was forced to carry the burdens of the Miller family.
Still, he had always loved Connor, but he couldn't keep Connor company anymore.
Next, he wrote to his mother. In reality, he didn't write much.
After all, their relationship was quite cold throughout the years. He mostly asked his mother to take care of his son.
Also, he wrote that if she met Olivia in the future, he wanted her to be nice to Olivia and the children.
Lastly, he wrote to Zack and Alicia, the twins.
When he first met the two, they were just too young.
Now, they should be around five years old, so they must have gotten a good grasp of the world by now.
He expressed regret for not being around in their childhood.
He promised that after he died, he would watch over them as they grew up.
He sealed the letters with red wax, waiting for a chance in the future when someone would hand the letters to their
recipients.
Ethan's gaze fell onto the last sheets of white paper.
At that moment, his vision was getting very blurry, like someone with severe nearsightedness. Also, it was only
getting worse as time ticked by.
He wrote a lot. Near the end, his hands were trembling, and his vision blurred even more.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs he recalled the past, tears splashed onto the letter.
His letter spanned almost ten pages, but he still felt that he had many more things to say.
He was almost sprawled on the table by now.
His hands were trembling beyond control, and his handwriting was all over the place.
He couldn't quite see, either. He was writing by intuition.
He lost his grip on the pen, so in the end, it fell to the floor with thud.
Ethan bent over, trying to pick up the pen.
But his vision had gotten so bad that he couldn't even see the pen. He could only feel around with his shivering
hands.
His fingers touched a small foot.
Willow was the only one who wasn't wearing shoes.
He looked up. Willow was very close to him, but he couldn't quite make out her expression.
Willow stuffed the pen into his hand.
Gripping Willow's hand, Ethan said, “I've already left instructions. After I die, if you're willing, just follow them to the
city.
"They'll get the top specialist in the world to treat your voice. I'm sure you'll be able to speak in the future." Warm
liquid splashed onto the back of his hand.
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