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

Chapter 162

Olivia was instantly discouraged. John was right. She had nothing. All she had was revenge to be taken.

However, it was like this child was fated to be born.

He had gone through so many ups and downs with her, and he had survived through everything, so how could she be the one to personally kill him off?

She could not do it!

“Don’t you worry about that!”

John carried her up by the waist and walked towards the bathroom. “Bathe!”

“Let me go!”

John released her and walked out.

He stood at the door and looked at the bathroom. He was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

He was so angry about the fact that he had begun to be curious about where she went the night before.

Following that thought, John opened the cabinet beside Olivia’s bed and scoured for the picture he saw the last time. However, it was to no avail, since he only found a brown bottle filled with what looked like to be medication.

Why did that woman have to eat this?

John was suddenly reminded of what Zyla had said. “Sis Liv really has lung cancer!”

a piece of the medication, placed it in his pocket, and got up to have a change of

he was downstairs, he passed the pill to Wes and said, “Go find out what this medication is

“Okay.”

night.

to double-check

no need for that. For him to eye on

just asking for it! Also, take care of things from the media’s side

well.”

“Okay.”

we go

“Back to the office.”

but her

she

to crave spending alone time with him last time, but now, every time she had to be

time his words were snarky and mean, they would pierce her and slash her like. a knife wound on

she still loved him, but she also knew that

him.

not trusting her, and she hated him for blaming and framing her for everything when he believed in Dorothy Ellis’ words

hate she had for

thinking about it for a long time, Olivia pushed the door to head out. She looked around nervously

did not sleep the night before, she

fairly early the next

washing up, she called

you okay yesterday?

Mr. Quinton. When