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Chapter 739

After staying in the hospital for a week, Olivia was discharged.

She had been recovering for a week. So now, she could get out of bed and walk around on her own.

Still, her red blood cells and white blood cells had very low counts. She would feel dizzy every day, and she was still extremely weak.

But it was already great news to her that she could leave the hospital.

When Olivia returned to the Miller residence, Sharon spoke as she moved Olivia’s wheelchair.

“Mrs. Miller, Mr. Miller has prepared a room for you on the first floor. You can go out into the yard from there. Just concentrate on recuperating. I’m sure you’ll get better in the future.”

“Alright.”

Ethan was probably worried that he might stimulate her, so he never appeared in front of her in recent days.

But Olivia knew that most of the time, he waited until she was asleep to sneak in and watch over her.

When she woke up, he would leave quietly.

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Olivia didn’t understand why he would do that. He had his wife and children, so why was he investing so

much effort in her?

Still, Olivia was in a better mood now that he wasn’t around. After returning to her room, the first thing she

wanted to do was to take a shower.

During the week she was hospitalized, Sharon took great care of her. Picking up a brush, Olivia got ready

to brush her messy hair.

As she moved the brush down, her hair fell in dense heaps. Lots of her hair was caught on the brush as well.

Olivia was startled as she looked at the hair on the basin and the brush.

She had been suffering for the past few days, and she almost forgot about the numerous side effects of chemotherapy. One of the most prominent side effects was hair fall.

Within two sessions, her hair would be completely gone.

Soon, even if she didn’t die, she would beccompletely bald.

Grabbing a tissue, she picked up the hair that had fallen onto the floor. She wanted to pretend as if nothing had happened.

As the water from the shower rained down, her hair kept falling. She felt her head getting heavy, so she could only sit down slowly as she leaned against the wall.

Scenes flashed across her mind, and she saw herself in the past.

Ethan had tied her up in the bathroom. Holding the showerhead in his hand, he poured water on her over and over again.

It was in the cold winter. The chilly water drenched her from head to toe. The coldness ate into her body,

causing her immense suffering.

She heard herself begging Ethan to let her off. But the only response she received was the man’s even colder attitude.

It had happened so long ago, but Olivia could still feel the coldness.

It was so cold that it seemed to penetrate her bones.

Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.

She couldn’t understand why Ethan would be so cruel that he would hurt her like that.

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Knocks sounded on the door. Sharon asked worriedly, “Are you okay, Mrs. Miller? Should I cin to help?”

Olivia suppressed the sobs in her voice. “It’s okay. I’ll be done soon.”

After putting on her clothes, she walked out. Her hair was still wet, and she looked terrible.

Sharon hastily cover with a hair dryer.

“How can you not dry your hair? What if you catch a cold? Mrs. Miller, your immune system is very weak

right now. You absolutely mustn’t catch a cold.

“It will be very dangerous if you have a fever.”

With that, she started the hair dryer. Hair began to scatter and fall, and the scene was quite alarming.

It was only then that Sharon realized why Olivia didn’t dry her hair. As soon as she did, her hair would get all over the place.

“T-This is a normal occurrence, Don’t worry, Mrs. Miller. After you stop chemo, your hair will grow back again.”

Olivia smiled faintly. “Keep drying. They’ll fall sooner or later, anyway.”

*… Understood.”

After washing her hair, Olivia felt as if a third of her hair was gone. When she touched it with her fingers,

she could feel that her hair had decreased a lot.

She couldn’t even save her own life. A few strands of hair wouldn’t matter.