Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 132

Chapter 132 John was shocked, and his grip loosened a little. “Olivia, what are you talking about?”

“What am I talking about? John, you threatened Aaron and told him not to give me a chance. Then, you ordered someone to kidnap me and...”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought back to what happened in the dark room.

She sobbed.

John felt the fire of frustration burning in him. He felt Olivia was hiding something, and he could not understand it.

He had never asked anyone to kidnap her.

She was the one who escaped and went missing.

“I ordered a few bodyguards to follow you. You were the one who escaped.”

“Yes. That’s why you sent your bodyguards to keep an eye on me. So identify the location of the kidnapping!”

you could “Olivia!”

John roared.

He let go of her hair and pinched her jaw. He said, “You escaped from the bodyguards to meet Aaron. When did I send someone to kidnap you? Why do you have to shift the blame to someone else every time you cheat on me?

“Two years ago, you accused Dolly of framing you, even though she didn’t do anything! Now you accuse me of kidnapping you?

Olivia, I didn’t do it!”

Olivia, who was sobbing, suddenly laughed. Her laughter sounded more miserable than her crying.

“John, the kidnappers told me you asked them to kidnap me because you want to make Dorothy your wife, and...”

“And?” John questioned.

“You told them to...”

Olivia bit her lip and sobbed.

She could not say it. It was difficult for her to say it.

The man she had loved for seventeen years had ordered a group of thugs to force themselves on her so he could make Dorothy his wife.

John, who had believed Olivia had eloped with Zac, was now puzzled because of what Olivia said.

He forced her to speak as he asked coldly. “What else?”

Zyla finally could not stand it. She dashed toward John and pushed him as she shouted, “What are you trying to say? You’re the worst man I’ve ever met! Ordering thugs to force themselves on your wife...

“Zyla, stop!”

Olivia looked away and refused to make eye contact with John.

She hated him so much that she even imagined killing him, but when she saw him, she took it back.

17 years? Only one thing had lasted for 17 years throughout her entire life.

She would not have the heart to kill him.

John’s hands trembled. “Olivia, is what she said true? Did those people force themselves on you?”

Olivia bit her lips and pushed him suddenly. She stood up and shouted, “Get out! I don’t want to see you anymore!”

John reached out to pull her, but he could only grab her sleeve. As they were both struggling, the sleeve tore apart.

It revealed Olivia’s wounded arm. On her slender and fair skin were countless fresh scars John looked at it and gradually noticed her feet too.

Only then did he notice Olivia’s right ankle was swollen and her feet were bleeding.

John’s heart skipped a beat. He pointed at Olivia’s wounds, and his lips trembled as he asked, “How did you get these?”

Olivia covered her wound with her hand and stepped back, dragging a trail of blood across the floor with the soles of her feet.

“Leave me alone. Leave!”

Zyla quickly went to support Olivia. Then, she stared at John. “Mr. Freeman, Olivia was injured as she was escaping through the hill road from the kidnappers. You saw it, didn’t you?”

Olivia suddenly gasped. She felt a twitching pain in her chest, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zyla was startled. “Sis Liv.”