Even After Death by Lilting Champ

Before the medic could bandage Olivia's hand, another thunderous explosion could be heard from the sea.
She had always known how vile-tempered and straightforward Wayne was.
She bet that he opted to kill Jacqueline in the most convenient way possible.
Staring at the flames that were soaring to the sky, Olivia had mixed feelings.
Jacqueline had done so many cruel things.
Killing her this way was simply an act of benevolence.
Reflecting on the hardships she had endured thus far, Olivia figured that Jacqueline shouldn't have died this easily.
Jacqueline was a calculating witch! Olivia nearly died so many times because of her! However, it seemed that Olivia's party didn't
have a better option.
Wayne's tall figure cast a shadow.
"Don't worry.
The chances of her surviving the sea is nil." Olivia hummed in response.
Although the curse was lifted, she didn't feel happy.
She still didn't know where Shana was.
How were they supposed to look for her? The only good news was that Wendell managed to rush to the island the next morning.
Ethan had informed the Procter family prior to this.
Wendell was a loving man.
He didn't meet other women after his wife's demise.
That was also the reason that led him to excessively indulge in Alexander.
Now, he finally learned the truth—his real son was swapped and had been lost for many years.

When he met the tall and built man before him, he couldn't believe that it was his son.
Wayne took after him, but his eyes were similar to his wife's — proud and rebellious.
"You..." They didn't need a DNA test.
Wendell could tell that Wayne was his son.
Wayne sized Wendell up as well.
"I heard that you're my father.
You look like you could be carried away by the wind." Raised without parents, Wayne had grown up with a wild personality.
The belief to fight back when opposed was in his blood.
This hadn't changed even after he acquired a higher position in society.
Wendell was so overwhelmed with joy that he didn't mind Wayne's rude remarks.
He slowly strode up to Wayne.
"I guess so." "Come with me.
A DNA test will shed light on the truth." With a hand in his pocket, Wayne appeared carefree and unrestrained.
He believed that a DNA test had to be done to be certain.
Staring at the man walking toward the army base, Wendell repeated the question in his head, "Is he really my son? I do notice
the familiar reckless spirit in him.
He's so much like her." Wendell followed Wayne.
The DNA test results came out to be a 99.9% match.
Overflowed with excitement and joy, Wendell rushed toward Wayne.
"Son, I've finally found you! I'm so sorry for what happened all these years.
You must've had it rough.

It's all my fault.
I failed to protect you." Wayne clearly wasn't buying that.
After all, he had long passed the age of longing for a paternal figure.
He grew up facing life all alone, so he didn't care much about having parents.
"It's alright.
I've been doing fine on my own.
So, I'm your son?" Wendell nodded.
"Yes." "T heard that the Procter family has a marriage arrangement with the Fordham family.
Am I right?" "That's correct.
It was supposed to happen between that impostor and Ms.
Jacqueline.
What's wrong?" Wayne rubbed his chin, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
" So now, as your biological son, I should be the one fulfilling the marriage arrangement, shouldn't I?" "TL..." Wendell couldn't
follow.
"You just have to tell me yes or no." "T suppose so." Wayne, with a triumphant smile, grabbed Wendell's collar.
Dad, please offer a preposition in my stead.
I want to get married!"