Chapter 890

Chapter 890 After yelling that, Olivia hung up without waiting for Dorothy’s reply as John watched in shock.

“Don’t stand there. Hurry and find Lyla.”

You could tell from the video that Lyla was basically in a coma. She would be in danger if they could not find her within half an hour.

Therefore, she did not have time to talk nonsense with John.

However, they found no sign of Lyla and Sam after searching the farm.

Overwhelmed with helplessness, Olivia would have suspected that the news was false if Fred had not told her with his grevious wounds.

‘Lyla must be here!

‘I must find them!

‘But where the h*ll are you, Lyla and Sam?’

Olivia looked around, even almost getting down on her hands and knees, but it was all in vain.

“Liv, take a break first.’

John saw that she did not look well and walked over to advise her.

Olivia pushed him away. “If you think we’re wasting time, you can leave, but don’t stop me from finding my daughter!” “Liv, you know I didn’t mean that. Lyla is my daughter too. I...”

Olivia turned around and glared at him. “Lyla’s not your daughter. You don’t have to shed crocodile tears.”

John knew that the more he talked, the angrier she became. He kept his mouth shut and followed Olivia around, keeping an eye on her.

As far as he was concerned, she could give birth to another daughter, but there was only one Olivia.

Nothing was more important than Olivia.

Olivia suddenly stopped and looked down to search for something.

“John, do you find anything different about this soil?”

John leaned in to look and stepped on it. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he pulled Olivia away.

“This soil looks like it’s been freshly dug up. Let me see.”

He found a shovel nearby and began to dig as he spoke.

Sure enough, they saw something sticking out after digging for a while.

With her sharp eyes, Olivia immediately recognized it as the top of an iron barrel and dropped to her knees to dig the soil with her hands.

“Liv!”

John grabbed her, but she pushed him away. “Lyla’s right down here. I’ve got to save her! She can’t wait any longer!”

Her eyes were red as her hands dug frantically through the dry dirt. She did not stop even if her fingertips bled.

‘Lyla, I’m here. Hold on.

‘In a minute. We’ll get you out in a minute!’

Fortunately, John had some people come and dig. Soon they removed the soil off the top of the iron barrel and found some tools to pry it open.

“Lyla? Sam?”

Olivia yelled but did not hear a sound. She stuck out her head to see the two little ones snuggled together. Their breathing had stopped.

She panicked, and the tears came pattering down her face.

“Quick. Get them to the hospital!”

She reached out and lifted Lyla out first. She checked her breathing and listened for a heartbeat to make sure there was one before hurriedly carrying Lyla into the car.

John followed with Sam in his arms. He put Sam in the back seat and sped toward the hospital.

“Lyla...”

Olivia did not expect to meet Lyla again under such circumstances.

She hugged Lyla tightly, breathless from crying.

“Lyla, you gotta be safe... Safe!”

She brushed away Lyla’s messy hair and caressed her tender yet dirty cheek. “Lyla, I’m sorry. It’s my fault for leaving you there alone...”