Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife

Chapter 112

Zyla quickly took a piece of tissue paper and wiped Olivia’s hand clean. Then, she took out some medicine, passed it to Olivia, and said, “Here’s your medicine, Sis Liv.”

After taking her medication, Olivia closed her eyes. She no longer dared to think about the Larson’s Residence.

Zyla did not stay for long. After watching Olivia finish her chicken soup, she packed everything up and left.

Right after Zyla left, John came in. As he sat on the stool, he seemed to realize that there was residual heat on it. He frowned. His dark pools of eyes bore deep into Olivia’s.

“Who came here?”

“No one.”

“Olivia Larson, how dare you! How dare you get your b*stard men to come to even the hospital for you?”

Olivia saw that he was angry and felt a sharp pain in her heart. Then, she sneered. ” Why, have I wounded your heart again, Mr. Freeman?”

John stood up when he saw that Olivia did not refute what he said. He pinched her chin tightly like he was trying to take her apart.

“Olivia Larson, it looks like you still haven’t learned from your mistakes.”

“Mr. Freeman, how have I not learned from my mistakes? You make my own brother throw a vase at my head while calling me a b*tch who killed his parents. How could I forget that?”

Olivia address him as Mr. Freeman. An unknown fire sprung

Larson,

Husband?

mockingly. “So? My husband would never allow another woman to destroy the Larson family and would never bring his mistress home

of living now, aren’t

coldly, “Guards,

Little black hut?

trembled. She was like a living corpse

her out.

she had loved for 17 years had an unlimited number

the car, she was dragged out in a daze and

little hut.

were also draughts of a rotten smell in the

back to that night 17 years ago, which

at the door and watched her from above. “Olivia Larson, you

locked from the outside, no matter how hard Olivia threw herself against the door, she would not

he did not have to worry

trousers, her bloodshot eyes staring at him with great fear in them. Her ashen

and she was more afraid of small

John had picked this place out deliberately for her to réflect

coldly at