Widening her eyes, Olivia leaped off the bed. She didn't even bother putting on her shoes before opening the door. "What did you say?"

Cyril had a panicked look on his face. "I found this in Mr. Miller's room."

There was a note left for him, telling him to stay here and focus on recuperating.

There was also a thick envelope.

"When Mr. Miller was poisoned, he thought that he wouldn't survive, so he wrote a will and some letters. This is his letter to you."

Olivia took the heavy envelope. Then, she returned to her room and opened it.

She immediately saw Ethan's familiar handwriting. Unlike his wild and bold signatures, his handwriting was extremely neat. Every stroke was exquisite like Ethan himself.

"Liv, by the time you read this letter, I should've disappeared from this world already.

"When you receive this news, will you be happy or a little sad? Now that I'm at death's door, I realize that I wasn't as scared as I thought I would be. My heart is even filled with peace.

"I wo