Chapter 1401

Even the pine trees and cypresses in front of the door seemed to have straightened up. They stood tall in
the soil, as if beckoning to him.

“Mr. Channing.”

The woman speaking was someone new that Oliver had brought. He introduced her to Fanny.

“This is Yvonne.”

Yvonne was Oliver’s nanny when he was a child. His mother passed away early, and instead of giving
Oliver powdered milk, his family found him a wet nurse and nanny.

Oliver drank her milk until the age of two, and only then switched to powdered milk before transitioning to
regular meals.

Although this nanny left the Channings when he was two, she always kept in touch with Oliver.

On holidays, Oliver would bring gifts to visit her.

This time, when he and Fanny had an accident, she was the first person he thought of.

He saw that Fanny didn’t even lift her eyes; she just lay on the sofa, her black hair scattered all over.

He wasn’t angry; he simply handed the vegetables to Yvonne, and said, “Go cook.”

Fanny probably hadn’t eaten for the past few days.

She had just had a miscarriage, and a little hunger could help stimulate her appetite. It wouldn’t be good
if she developed actual health issues due to starvation.

Otherwise…



He approached her, and a hair tie appeared in his hand from who knows where.

He squatted down, pulled her long hair together, and tied it up.

He didn’t do a good job with it.

It hung loosely on her shoulders; from a distance, her hair looked like a big lump on her shoulder.
However, because Fanny’s face was so outstanding, even if it looked like a lump, no one found it
embarrassing.

Oliver was almost amused looking at it.

He also tidied up the loose strands in front of her forehead.

“Let’s go.” He pulled her up. “I’ll give you a checkup.”

There was a list of things she couldn’t eat after the surgery, and there wasn’t much to eat here these past
two days. Oliver was sure she must have followed the diet restrictions.

There was one more thing: he wanted to see how she was doing after the dilation and curettage.

Some situations required the use of instruments.

Although he hadn’t dealt with patients for three or four years, when it came to Fanny needing a doctor,
Oliver felt like his medical knowledge had returned.

He noticed Fanny’s face stiffen for a moment, and quickly realized something.

“Where does it hurt?”

Fanny shook her head. Seeing his concern, she couldn’t help but find it ironic.

What a hypocrite.



Suppressing the disgust in her heart, she looked at him. “It doesn’t hurt.”

She stood up, the long tail of her white dress falling like an open umbrella, swaying with a hint of
elegance. She had become much thinner.

Oliver followed her, and his heart couldn’t help but ache with every step.

If only she could let go of her hatred…

He would truly be willing to be with her forever.

“Let’s go.” Sensing that Oliver was lagging behind, Fanny turned around and called out to him.

At that moment, her features seemed to have become alluring, and she looked like the most vibrant rose
in full bloom in spring. It was so intense, it almost seemed to take Oliver’s soul away.

He loved her. Loved her to the extent of being despicable, that he would give up his own flesh and blood.

He didn’t want to take her to the hospital. He didn’t want to give her a chance to leave him.

He was so despicable, he pretended to try to commit suicide to prove that Fanny had really died. He was
unwilling to give her any hope of leaving this villa.

To everyone, Fanny was already dead. Even if she suddenly contacted someone one day, people would
dismiss it as a misunderstanding or a prank.

Oliver followed Fanny, and their footsteps almost synchronized.

Finally reaching the bedroom, Fanny turned and closed the door, leaving her and Oliver in the guest
room. She quickly untied the white robe she was wearing.

Then, she laid stiffly on the bed.



Oliver turned around, and all he saw was her pristine figure.

She was completely uncovered before him.

Yet he felt no joy, no desire—only a fleeting moment of irony and profound anger.

He gritted his teeth. He snatched the blanket, and wrapped it around her.

“Fanny! What are you trying to do?”

“Do?” A smile played on her lips, but her eyes were bleak. The desolation in them gave her pale face a
beauty others didn’t possess.

She raised her foot, and wiggled her toes in Oliver’s direction.

“I’m trying to do you, of course. Who else would I do?”

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