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?”

he heard Olivia address him as Mr.

Freeman? Olivia Larson,

Husband?

the Larson family

really tired of living

released his hand and barked coldly, “Guards, bring her to the

Little black hut?

corpse as she allowed the bodyguards to

her out.

an unlimited number of ways to torture her.

in the car, she was dragged out in

little hut.

and it was pitch black. There were also draughts of a rotten smell in

her back to that night 17 years ago, which made her back pool with sweat and her legs lose their

door and watched her from above. “Olivia Larson, you will stay here and think about your

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

have

to John and yanked on the leg of his trousers, her bloodshot eyes staring at him with great fear in them. Her

of the dark, and she was more afraid of small

deliberately for her to réflect on her

away, turned to look coldly at her, and slammed the door