Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 162

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!”

John took out a piece of the medication, placed it in his pocket, and got up to have a change of clothes. Then, he went down.

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

“Okay.”

“Also, find out where Olivia Larson went yesterday night. And, make Summers Group announce their bankruptcy right away!”

“Aren’t you going to double-check first, Sir?”

John snickered coldly. “No, no need for that. For him to eye on my woman in front of the media, he’s just asking for it! Also, take care of things from the media’s side as well.”

“Okay.”

“Where do we go now, Sir?”

“Back to the office.”

Olivia bathed, but her heart was in turmoil.

She did not know what John meant, and she did not know if he was still out there.

She used to crave spending alone time with him last time, but now, every time she had to be alone with him, it was torturous to her.

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

This was how she was sure that she still loved him, but she also knew that she hated.

him.

She hated him for hurting the Larsons, she hated him for not trusting her, and she hated him for blaming and framing her for everything when he believed in Dorothy Ellis’ words again and again.

The love and hate she had for him had lost their equilibrium.

After thinking about it for a long time, Olivia pushed the door to head out. She looked around nervously and when she did not see John, she was at ease.

Since she did not sleep the night before, she fell asleep fairly quickly.

Olivia woke up fairly early the next morning at about seven in the morning.

After washing up, she called Zac.

“Are you okay yesterday? Did Johnny...”

“I”m fine, Mr. Quinton. When do we leave?”

Olivia interrupted Zac’s questions, causing Zac to feel a little dejected.

“You’re at the Cliffside Villa?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll come to pick you up.”

She wanted to nod her head in agreement, but as she was about to verbalize it, she remembered what John had said and changed her mind.

“No need. I’ll wait for you at the bus stop.”

Zac did not push it. “Okay.”

Olivia got into a taxi and headed straight to the bus stop, but she got off the taxi earlier than she should have and walked to the bus stop.

All of it was because she was afraid that John would find out.

She was afraid that John would hurt Zac. Even though there was nothing in between them, John would not believe her.

It was eight o’clock, and Olivia got into Zac’s car. Both of them were exceptionally quiet today.

After a long while, Olivia asked, “Mr. Quinton, can an autopsy report prove that one died of murder, and is it enough for the police to set up an investigation regarding this?”

“How long ago is this case?”

“More than ten years ago...”