Olivia wasn't in a good state. She was already sick, and the gunshot wound made it worse. She developed a high fever in the night.

The fever made Olivia delirious. She felt like she was floating on the sea.

She muttered, "Mom, I'm so cold … Please don't leave me. Baby, don't leave. Bring me with you. Living is so painful. It hurts … It really hurts."

Colin looked at Olivia with tears in his eyes. He felt so bitter. Olivia was only 21 years old, but she had gone through so many hardships.

"Olivia, I'll take good care of you. I swear."

Olivia slept for a whole day before waking up. Her arm had already been bandaged. Her wrist was wrapped in white bandages, and she couldn't see how the injury looked. She could only feel the pain when she tried to move.

She realized it wasn't a dream. Ethan had shot her.

"You're awake, Olivia," Colin said excitedly.

Olivia opened her eyes to look at him. "Where are we, Colin?"

"We're on international waters. We've left Aldenvine behind, Olivia.