Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 211

Chapter 211 A car accident?

Olivia immediately thought of the wound on John’s forehead. Could that be from the car accident?

However, why was the car accident being kept a secret?

Right after that, Olivia heard a sigh from Wes. “Madam, Sir actually cares for you. It’s just that he doesn’t know how to express it.

“When you mentioned that the car accident was a little fishy, he personally went to Willow City to look for clues.

“He had to run the company during the day and investigate Uncle Wallace’s death at night, so that was why he was in an accident: he was exhausted. However, he didn’t want you to worry, so he didn’t breathe a word about it.”

After listening to all of this, Olivia was stunned. Her lips trembled as she asked, “He went to investigate Uncle Wallace?”

“Yes. Sir did not believe that you killed Uncle Wallace, so he has been looking for evidence. He knew that Cole Zachary was a witness, so he sent people to look for him all across the city. I believe Zach will be found soon.”

Wes frowned and added, “At first, I didn’t want to be a blabbermouth, Madam, but if you continue to misunderstand each other like this, it’ll only strain your relationship further.”

Then, Wes took John’s clothes and left.

Olivia was left in the room alone. She stared blankly in the direction of the door with the memories of her life with John playing in her head.

Tears could not help but flow down her cheeks as her heart was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

Had she really misunderstood him?

No. How could that be a misunderstanding?

He was involved in making the Larsons go bankrupt. He was the one that personally locked her up... He was the one who had personally locked her in that wretched black room. He was the one that called their child a b*stard child and tried to force her to undergo an abortion...

Could all these things be considered a misunderstanding?

Olivia had seen for herself how lovey-dovey John was with Dorothy. She saw how intimate they were. How could all this be a misunderstanding?

John never believed in her. He did not even consider that she had loved him for seventeen years!

H-how could all these be labeled as ‘just a misunderstanding’?

Olivia plopped onto her blanket and wailed.

Why?

Why was it that she was on the verge of giving up when she was told that he still loved her and believed in her?

Did John know that because Olivia still loved him, she would only focus on his good traits and ignore his negative ones?

How could she start to let go and begin to hate him now...?

In the back seat of a Maybach outside the hospital.

John leaned on the window with a cigarette held in between his lanky fingers. He narrowed his eyes and exhaled a smoky ring.

Did he... hit her often?

When did she start becoming so afraid of him?

Last time, Olivia was merely afraid that he would not come home. Then, it progressed to her being afraid that he did not believe her, and after that, she started yelling at him...

As John lit his second cigarette, Wes walked out of the hospital, opened the car door, and went inside.

Just as he was about to start the ignition, he heard an eerie voice from the back. seat. “Wes, do I hit her often?”

Wes jumped up in shock and turned around frightfully. “Sir, why are you in the car?”

John glared coldly at him. “How can you be an assistant? Do you not notice other people being in the car?”

Wes pursed his lips and swallowed nervously.

If he was not thinking about what happened in the ward, would he have zoned out?

However, Wes did not dare to speak his thoughts out loud since those were things that Sir did not want Madam to know about at all.

“I’ll pay attention next time.”

Alas, John was still irritated. “Answer my question!”

Wes was stunned for a while before he realized what John was asking him.

“Sir, don’t you remember when you’ve hit Madam?

“You hit Madam several times because of Ms. Ellis. You also hit Madam at the hospital, and... you’ve held Madam captive. Don’t you remember that?”

Hearing that, John’s hand shook, and his cigarette fell out of the window. It was a long while after that before John responded coldly, “Serves her right.”

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