Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 337

Chapter 337 ‘Start over?’

Olivia covered her mouth and cried silently.

Why? The man was always like this. Once he got drunk, it was as if nothing had happened.

They could not go back.

She hated John for his ruthlessness, stupidity, indifference, and imprisoning her.

He once said he refused to divorce just so he could keep her around and torture her repeatedly.

It was never for love.

‘Start over? Is he trying to fool me again?

‘But Johnny, I won’t fall for it this time.”

“Liv?”

The sound of his voice on the other end of the phone made Olivia’s heart shudder with pain.

Fighting back the tears, she bit her lip and said, “Mr. Freeman, since I’ve forgotten, we might as well end things here.”

Once she finished, she heard heavy breathing on the other end of the line.

After a while, John said coldly, “No. No, Liv. We can’t end things.”

Olivia’s breathing paused, and her lungs hurt.

“Mr. Freeman, we didn’t have a good past. Why continue?”

He said through gritted teeth, “Olivia, are you trying to get Aaron with this?”

She exhaled and said tearfully with a bitter smile, “Yeah, yes. I’m going to find him. After all, we were a mistake from the beginning.”

With that said, she hung up.

She was afraid that if they continued talking, John would ruthlessly expose her.

Olivia thought she was a terrible actor, but John believed her, which was considered a good thing.

Sometimes, she did not know what was wrong with her.

Why hesitate when she should be hating him?

While Olivia was recuperating, she and Zyla had almost all of their meals delivered to them.

It was either food Ken brought or food Zac cooked. They had a pleasant time.

No one talked about the past.

It was as if Dorothy and John never existed.

John did not call again after that night. It was as if he had accepted it.

It went on for half a month until John called again one afternoon.

Olivia was hesitant to answer the phone, but thinking it was daytime and he would not be drinking or talking nonsense, she answered it.

“Hello.”

“Go to Ocean City No.1 Junior High School.”

Olivia was confused. “What are we doing there?”

“lan’s in trouble. I’m stuck in a meeting. Go check it out.”

“What? lan’s in trouble? Do you know what happened? I’ll go now.”

Olivia did not have time to think. She hung up, grabbed her coat, and hurried out the door.

What happened to lan at school?

She was distraught, urging the taxi driver to hurry up and texting Zyla where she was going.

“Miss, you’re going to a school, not the hospital. What’s the hurry?”

“Something happened to my brother at school, Sir. Please hurry. I’m worried.”

Zyla happened to go to the hospital for a follow-up today, so she was not at home, or she would not have taken a taxi.

The taxi driver pretended to speed up, but he dared not go over the speed limit.

As soon as she got to Ocean City No 1 Junior High School, Olivia gave 100 dollars and hurried off the car.

However, she was stopped by security at the door. “Register yourself. Who are you looking for?”

“Ian Larson.”

“What year and what class is he in?”

That question left her puzzled.

It was her first time in lan’s school. She did not even know what grade or class he was in. She was so anxious that she stomped at the door.

She tried to get the security guard to make an exception but was too frightened by the fierce look in his eyes to speak.

She had no choice but to call John.