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

Chapter 43

Olivia woke up two days later.

With difficulty, she opened her eyes and turned them to familiarize herself with the surroundings. The tip of her nose smelled the familiar disinfectant, and she knew she was not dead. She was in the hospital again.

For a moment, she had no idea if she was doomed or if God was trying to torture her.

This broken body was no more than a burden to live on, right?

After wiping her body, the caretaker looked up and saw her awake. She shouted, “Ms. Larson, are you awake? I’ll get the doctor for you.”

Olivia tugged at her dress, shook her head, and asked hoarsely, “How many days have I slept?”

“Two days. Do you feel okay?”

“Was I the only one who came to the hospital that day? What about the other one?”

The caretaker froze. She was confused. “Ms. Larson, I’m your caretaker. But as far as I know, you were the only one brought in that night. There was no one else.

‘No?’

Olivia’s heart sank. She did not save Uncle Wallace’s body after all.

as if a huge stone had pressed down on her heart, leaving her breathless. She coughed and quickly covered her

the caretaker hurriedly poured her

“Ms… Ms. Larson, drink this… I’d better get

She said, “No. It’s an old issue. The

hand. The blood on her palm seemed to remind her

gave it to her.

“Yes, I’m sick.”

turned her head, and

He only gave me 20 thousand dollars to take care

saved from a fire but

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her lips and

‘Am I lucky?’

to death several times. She seemed lucky to

and the high and mighty

Mrs. Freeman seemed to have become a shackle. She seemed

thought she had heard. “Who brought

caretaker shook her head. “I don’t know.

much that you made many pillows wet. Ms. Larson, is there something

froze and

door opened, and a lean