Chapter 633 Olivia took some food calmly and said, âOf course.â
Mrs. Simmons was startled. âMiss, are you serious? Mr. Quintonâs situation...â
âYesâ
âDo you love Mr. Quinton, or is it just... because you want to return his favor?â
Olivia glanced at her âIs there any difference?â
âOf course there is.â
âMrs. Simmons, four years ago, when I was the most down and out, he was with me during my vulnerable moments, even when I was in despair.â
Olivia smiled. âWhen I was dying in prison, he took the risk to rescue me and send me to Murica. He gave me a house and helped me open an atelier. He supported my dream and looked after me.
âMrs. Simmons, if it was not for him, I would have died four years ago when John locked me up in the room.â
Her eyes glistened with tears, and she smiled bitterly. âMrs. Simmons, the man I loved, decided to give Dorothy, who was perfectly fine, the last bag of blood and leave me to die.
âIt was Zac who donated blood for me, and I survived because of him.â
Olivia felt that love was a joke when she thought of her past.
Love did not matter anyway John was like a simp, begging her not to marry Zac and asking her to give him a chance.
That was ridiculous.
What was the point of pretending to be affectionate now?
Four years ago, he threw her on the edge of death numerous times and ignored her. Her life was not what John had rescued more than twenty years ago. He had no right to get a second chance.
âMrs. Simmons, since Zac did not give up on me years ago, why would I give up on him now?â
Tears shimmered in Mrs. Simmonsâ eyes. She hugged Olivia. âItâs my fault for hiding. Thatâs why you suffered so much.â
âMrs. Simmons, itâs not your fault. I was foolish and fell into their trap a few times.â
It was all because she was reluctant to give up.
She always thought John loved her. Otherwise, she would not have ended up so miserable.
After a long time, Mrs Simmons lifted her head and said thoughtfully, âFour years ago, when something happened to you, I wanted to help you seek revenge, but... I couldnât do it when I looked at Mr Larson in the bed.
âIâm afraid if I die, lan will be alone and have no food to eatâ
She clenched her fists âSo, Iâve been enduring it, but now you arenât dead, and Mr. Larson has you. You are no longer alone, and i can seek revenge at ease now Revenge?
Startled, Olivia grabbed Mrs. Simmonâs hand. âWhat are you talking about? What revenge?â
âMiss, I know all about it. I know who killed Wallace and Mrs. Larson.â
Mrs. Simmons sniffled She clenched her teeth, and her eyes were red. âYoung Mr Larson would not have ended up like this if Mrs. Larson had not died early. You and Young Mr. Larson would not have to suffer all this.
âI should have died with Uncle Wallace. Iâm relieved that you are back, and Iâll take revenge You donât have to do it.â
âMrs. Simmons, donât do anything sillyâ
âMiss, I know youâve been scheming and agonizing. You always think youâre guilty because Dorothy is still alive. I know that.â
Then, Mrs. Simmons grabbed a knife and walked out menacingly. âIâm going to kill that bad woman now and help everyone get their revenge!â
Olivia stopped her quickly. âDonât go! Youâre no match for her! Itâs not that simple.â
It was not as simple as killing Dorothy.
However, Mrs. Simmons refused to listen, pushed her, and rushed out of the kitchen.
Olivia cried out loud when she knew he could not stop Mrs. Simmons. âMrs. Simmons, I have cancer. Terminal lung cancer. I only have a short life. Please donât leave lan alone.â
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