The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

“Olive, can you do it?” Chloe was a little worried. She felt that the old witch would crush Olive’s thin body.

“Hurry,” Olive urged. Reaching this point, she had to even if she couldn’t.

Chloe started to run, looking back time to time.

Olive felt the weight on her back was getting heavier and heavier. She had just walked for a hundred meters, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead. Several times she almost tripped because of the pressure on her heels. Fortunately, she held herself against the cars next to her, so that the person on her back didn’t slip.

Her heels tripped too many times, then she simple kicked off her heels and walked barefoot.

The cars were in traffic for too long as many people had gotten out of the cars, standing in the gap between cars and looking afar.

“Excuse me, excuse me,” she yelled. Large beads of sweat fell from her forehead and some dripped to her eyebrows, blurring her vision. She could only blink her eyes vigorously.

Olive was exhausted, painting heavily. Her legs and arms which were carrying Mrs. Hoyle didn’t feel like her own. Her back felt like it was about to be crushed, but she could only force herself. She divided the road ahead into short distances and silently counted them in her heart in fifty steps. Every time she had walked fifty steps, she would cheer herself up in her mind. Almost, she was almost there.

After finally getting off the bridge, she only needed to cross the railing then she could reach where Chloe was beckoning.

It was probably because of the traffic jam in the place, most taxies took a detour because they might had heard the traffic warning from the radio traffic channel. But Chloe finally was able to stop a taxi. She said to the driver, “Sir, sorry. Can you wait for a moment, please? I have a sick person who is getting off the bridge and there was traffic on the bridge. And she was being carried down at this moment. Just for a moment.”

The driver was a big guy who was above forty. He was kind enough to get out of the car and helped Olive to carry Mrs. Hoyle from the railing.

Olive got into the car and took a long breath. She said, “Thank you, sir. Please speed up.”

Her throat was parched. The words she just said didn’t sound like her own. Her two legs were so sore that they trembled. She had carried someone for such a long distance with difficulty.

The driver smiled, “Miss, no need to be polite with me. Now, it’s rare to meet a youngster who is so filial like you. We’re men, how can we not help someone in need? This old lady seems to be a lucky person.”

was afraid that the old witch

at the hospital, the paramedics had already been waiting.

carrying Mrs. Hoyle to

at the closed door and the emergency light was on, Chloe collapsed and leaned against the wall, “Say, Olive. Will the old witch die like

waiting chair outside. “Stop saying nonsense. It has nothing to do with you, and nothing will

But she felt that with Mrs. Hoyle’s stubborn personality, she

the Hoyle brothers rushed over, the emergency room door was

looked up at him.

bare feet and he couldn’t help to gasp in

God!” Aoba

been in panic just now and she didn’t notice. Now that she was reminded, she was surprised too. They were supposed to be a pair of white legs, but now they

stupid girl.” Alan sighed in distress, and hurriedly asked a nurse to bandage her.

It was just a bit of flesh and blood. “You

room door was opened. When the doctor walked out of it, everyone was

how is my mom?” the

Alan looked calm on the surface, but

off his mask, “If you had sent her in a few minutes later, she won’t be this lucky. Patient will wake up soon. Don’t worry. Just be more careful in the future, don’t provoke her too

Mrs. Hoyle was soon being pushed to her ward. Aoba said, “Alan, you take care of your sister-in-law.

nodded.

her own chest. She could finally heave out a relief sigh. She followed them to the ward door. After thinking for a while, she didn’t go in, fearing that the old

Olive’s feet, put medicine and wrapped them with gauze.

it? Is it serious?” He knelt down and

serious. Just a few scratches. Try to walk as little as possible and be careful

raised her feet and swung them in front of him. She chuckled, “Don’t they look like pig’s feet?”

Alan looked intimidating, “You’re still laughing? Look at