There was a lot of noise, but Olivia could still make out Ethan and Chloe's voices.

She could feel the irony. Her mother wanted her dead, but the man she hated was willing to trade his life for hers.

What expectations could she have for a mother like that? She used to sit at the entrance of her home and stare at the road Chloe drove off on.

When she had a falling out with Ethan, she would do that too.

She remembered that she would keep reheating the food that got cold and wait while sitting on the doorsteps.

She would wait through the four seasons year by year, but the person she waited for never showed up. It was like her whole life was a joke.

Olivia grunted and said slowly, "Mrs. Carlton, I don't want you in the next life. Even if there is a next life, I never want to cross paths with you again."

"Liv, I don't have a choice. I really don't have a choice …"

Chloe was crying profusely. She didn't want to make that choice, either.

But she loved Chris so much that she cou