Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman's Indifferent Sinner Wife

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 198

Chapter 198

Zac…

The image of Zac shielding her beneath him as blood ran down his face with his eyes closed flashed across Olivia’s mind, and she turned weak.

By the way, Zyla did not seem to answer her question when she asked.

is he… really dying…?’

‘Olivia, you’re a troublemaker! Forget about your hooking up. Won’t your conscience hurt when you make them all die because of you?”

“Shut up!”

Olivia looked up, stared coldly at Dorothy, and pushed her out.

Then she took the needle off her hand, sat on Dorothy, and slapped Dorothy.

“Dorothy, I warn you to stop touching people around me. Or I will make sure you can’t be Mrs. Freeman even if I died!”

Dorothy was in pain as she shouted, “Olivia, are you crazy? I still have your brother. Do you want him dead?

“Or you don’t want the old man’s body back?”

Olivia paused as her eyes darkened. She looked like a demon from hell.

Dorothy gulped and suppressed her fear. “Olivia, still won’t let go? Don’t forget. You killed Ben!”

Hatred swept over Olivia.

However, she knew it would not bring back Uncle Wallace’s body even if she killed Dorothy now, let alone Ben’s life.

Her mouth twitched as she spoke coldly, “Dorothy, don’t worry. You will go to hell one day!”

However, Dorothy did not care about the threat.

Dorothy pushed Olivia away, got up, patted the dust off her, and left with a cold snort.

Olivia just slumped on the floor. She thought she was about to get her revenge, but…

Her nails sank deep into the flesh. She did not let go even when they were dripping

with blood

Zyla came in with the soup, only to find a mess. It took her a long time to find Olivia with red eyes on the ground.

When she saw her arms mangled, Zyla’s heart broke. She grabbed her hand and cried, “Sis Liv, don’t do this. We still have a chance.”

“A chance?”

Olivia looked blankly at her before suddenly snorting and saying with a laugh, “I know

everything, but I can’t do anything about it. I hate myself so much. Why am I so useless?

“Uncle Wallace and Ben are dead because of me, and Zac’s dying too. I…”

She began to cry as she spoke.

Zyla hugged her and patted her on the back. “Sis Liv, don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault.”

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Olivia suddenly grabbed Zyla. “Where’s -Zac?”

“Mr. Quinton is wounded and resting in the ward.”

“Wounded?”

Olivia was skeptical. Dorothy said he was dying.

Therefore, she got up and ran out, ignoring her wounds.

Seeing this, Zyla rushed to help her.

“Sis Liv, where are you going with these wounds?”

“I’m going to meet Zac.”

“Mr. Quinton’s fine. He was only hit on the head and had his right hand broken. The rest are only flesh wounds.”

Olivia was skeptical. “Isn’t he dying?”

Zyla was stunned. “Who did you hear that from? He woke up a little earlier before you did.”

“But isn’t Ben dead?”

“Ben… Sis Liv, Ben didn’t die in the car accident.” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“What?”

Olivia stopped, turned, and grabbed Zyla’s hand. Even her voice was shaking. “What

did you just say?”