Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 692

Chapter 692 Ian glanced at Olivia before finally looking at Dorothy.

“What are you doing here? You are not welcome here!”

“Ian, I was your sister for two years after all. There’s a woman who looks exactly like Liv. I’m sure you’re wondering if she’s your sister, right?”

Ian snorted coldly. “Don’t make it sound so intimate. We’re not that close.”

“It’s only for your good, Ian.”

“Oh, come on. Is it for my own good too when you killed my parents and interfered with my sister’s marriage?”

Seeing Ian was not buying it, Dorothy’s expression looked a little ghastly as she pushed the door open. “I have a recording you must listen to.”

“Dorothy, what are you trying to do? You’ve destroyed the Larson family, and you’re still unsatisfied.”

However, Dorothy ignored him. She forced him down on the couch and played the recording.

“Zac, drink your soup.”

It was Olivia’s voice.

Zac asked as he turned the pages of his book. “Okay. Why are you still up?”

“I probably slept a little too much during the day. I can’t sleep.”

Then came the sound of a wheelchair turning.

“Liv, are you still thinking about Jennie?”

“No, I’m a little worried about Ian. Will he hate me?”

The recording stopped there, and Ian looked at Olivia suspiciously as if he was trying to tell the truth from her expression.

“Well? Are you surprised? Are you curious?”

Dorothy held the phone and looked at Olivia with a smile. “Olivia, what’s it like to lie to your brother and drag out an ignoble existence for four years?”

Olivia looked flustered. She trembled and kept her mouth shut.

‘The conversation happened in the study at home. How did it end up with Dorothy?

‘Are we bugged?’

“What’s the matter? Cat caught your tongue?”

Dorothy walked up to her. “Yes, what can you say now that the evidence is overwhelming?”

Ian stared straight at her and asked, “Are you my sister? Are you?”

Olivia felt a pang in her heart and gasped. She was even scared to breathe.

She had a feeling that she would expose herself if she took one breath.

To stay calm, she dug her nails deep into the flesh and used the pain to force herself to sober up.

Dorothy pinched her arm and said through clenched teeth, “Are you still holding on?

Deny it if you dare.”

Olivia glanced at Ian, bit her lip, and shook Dorothy off. “Ms. Jones, you’re interesting!

You tricked me all the way here to make me admit I’m Olivia Larson with a recording from nowhere?”

Then she sneered, “If I’m Olivia, why wouldn’t I admit it? And why would I let you laugh at me for being nothing more than a substitute?”

“Because you wouldn’t dare!”

“Why won’t I?”

“You killed someone!” Dorothy’s eyes widened. “You killed someone four years ago!

You even killed two! You’re still a murderer!”

Olivia’s mouth twitched. She knew Dorothy was forcing her to admit that she was Olivia to put her back in prison.

“Ha, I get it now.”

She looked at Dorothy and said with a sneer, “You went to all this trouble to get me away from Zac, right?

“You offered me money to leave, but I refused. So you’re using this dirty trick to send me to jail as Olivia, right?”

Ian’s expression changed. As he had thought of something, he pushed Dorothy away.

“Dorothy, if my sister is a murderer, what are you?”