Chapter 3

Olivia's expression turned hesitant:

"But that drug is extremely dangerous. Being a test subject could kill him at any moment!"

My pupils constricted in fear, but thinking of my colleagues still suffering,

I quickly grabbed her pant leg:

"Olivia, I'm willing..."

Olivia violently shook off my hand, her eyes blazing with even more anger:

"Lucas, if you had just apologized and admitted your mistake, I could have forgiven you easily.

But you insist on being so stubborn. Don't back out at the last minute. This concerns the entire company..."

My voice was calm, but heavy with resolve:

"I won't regret it!"

Because... if I died, you wouldn't be able to live either, Olivia.

And I needed to get away from here to save my friends.

I was shackled with an electronic ankle monitor and forced onto the plane.

In the spacious cabin, I could only kneel on the floor.

Soon, the black blood oozing from my wounds stained the expensive carpet.

Olivia sat comfortably in her seat, tenderly cradling Ethan in her arms.

She gently fed him milk and cut his steak for him, like a doting girlfriend.

The scene stabbed at my eyes, making them burn with pain.

A fiery, twisting pain gripped my stomach. My mouth involuntarily filled with saliva.

For three days and nights on Serpent Island, I had survived on dew and wild berries, constantly enduring snake bites.

Just as I was about to pass out, Ethan suddenly covered his nose.

He knocked over the glass of milk, whining pitifully:

"Sister Olivia, it stinks so bad. I feel sick..."

Olivia turned to glare at me, her eyes full of disgust:

"Lucas, you know Ethan has severe eating disorders.

How dare you come here all filthy? Are you deliberately trying to make us sick?"

My eyes instantly welled up with tears. My voice was weak but filled with resentment:

"You threw me onto Serpent Island with nothing,

Starving and sleepless, in constant danger of death by snakebite.

How can you expect me to be as clean and tidy as you?"

Perhaps my gaze was too direct. Olivia turned away, but couldn't help exploding in rage:

"You're still alive, aren't you?! How dare you accuse me of being cruel?

Think about the heinous, disgusting things you've done!"

My heart was numb with pain. I said nothing more.

Olivia prodded the floor with her high heel, her face haughty:

"Lick up the spilled milk, then go kneel in the bathroom."

A few years ago, she had rescued my amnesiac self during riots in a foreign country.

She then nursed me devotedly for months, never leaving my side.

But now, for Ethan's sake, she had forgotten all our shared history.

I crawled over in humiliation, about to lower my head.

Suddenly Olivia stood up and slapped me hard across the face:

"Lucas, you're lower than an animal!"

But what was she so angry about? Wasn't this all her doing?

I staggered to my feet, ignoring her fury, and walked towards the bathroom.

Ethan chose that moment to faint dramatically, collapsing weakly into her arms:

"Sister Olivia, don't be hard on Brother Lucas.

It's my fault. Just let me starve to death."

After that, Olivia was too busy fussing over Ethan to bother with me.

Time passed. Suddenly, the plane hit turbulence.

I was thrown to the floor unexpectedly.

I saw Olivia clutching Ethan tightly, his clothes in disarray.

She tenderly kissed his forehead, cooing softly:

"Don't be scared, Ethan. I'm here."

I clearly saw the challenge in Ethan's eyes and the kiss marks on his collarbone.

I curled up helplessly in the corner, my bloody nails digging deep into the armrest.

Having survived riots abroad, I was extremely sensitive to changes in my surroundings.

Olivia used to accommodate me by choosing other modes of transport, even if it took much longer.

The plane stabilized after a moment. Olivia finally noticed me covered in filthy blood and snapped impatiently:

"Get back in the bathroom and stay there. Don't dirty Ethan's eyes."

My gaze darkened in despair. I was about to stand up when everything went black and I collapsed.

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