The two of them were entangled on the floor. Ethan, who was in disarray, struggled to get up. He only made his condition worse.

He used to be a calm and composed man, but he lost his cool when it came to Olivia.

The more cautious he was, the more it made matters worse.

"Don't move. I'll handle it," Olivia said resignedly.

She understood how he felt. When she found out she didn't have long to live, she was also depressed for some time.

She even considered suicide.

No one would be able to take it if they were suddenly thrust into such a situation.

Olivia calmed him down to prevent him from making matters worse. Then, she brought him some dry clothes.

"There's a shirt and a pair of pants. Can you change into them yourself?"

"I can, but I can't tell the front from the back."

"Never mind. I'll do it for you."

It wasn't the first time she had seen his body. Olivia didn't care anymore. She reached for the tie on his waist and removed his bathrobe.

Ethan's back was riddled