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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 272

When Ken saw Zac carrying Olivia, he froze for a moment. “Zac, did you drug Mrs. Freeman?”

“It’s just a sleeping pill.”

“But…”

Zac glanced at Ken coldly. “Ken, what you choose to do is your business, but I’ll never forgive you if you’re here to help that b*stard John.”

Ken looked sad when he said, “John might have done some unacceptable things, but he actually cares about his wife. I think you know that.”

“You mean when he saved Olivia from getting hurt?”

Ken nodded.

Zac sneered. “I know about that, and I was there. I even thought John would change.

“But do you know what he did when Zyla was being rescued?”

‘What did he do?”

“He took Liv to get her blood to save Dorothy, who was in prison.”

Ken could not believe what he heard. “T-That can’t be…”

“Can’t be true? You can ask John yourself if he still has a conscience.” Zac glanced at Olivia, who was in his arms. “Even if he still loves Liv, he cannot deny what he did. to her, and Liv will never forget it either.”

With that, he turned around and left, carrying Olivia in his arms.

Ken froze as complicated feelings rose in him.

He had seen John’s wounded body and heard him call Olivia’s name in his sleep, but

—

He could not understand what was going on now.

Only a long time later did Ken realize John was both an angel and a demon to Olivia.

John’s love for Olivia was complex and all-consuming.

Then, he turned around and looked at Zyla. A trace of sadness flashed across his eyes as he muttered, “Zyla, do you remember me?”

Meanwhile, Dorothy, who was in another ward, woke up.

She was grumpy because John was not the first thing she saw when she woke up.

John was not accompanying her even after she tried to commit suicide. Could that b *tch Olivia have done something? Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

She was furious at the thought. She pulled out the needle in her arm and limped toward the door.

When she opened the door, she saw Wes standing behind it with a plastic bag in his hand, which looked like it had food inside.

Seeing her awake, he held up the plastic bag and said, “Ms. Ellis, you’re awake. Eat something.”

“Where’s Johnny?”

“Mr. Freeman is busy.”

Anger shot through Dorothy upon hearing this, and she lifted her hand to knock the plastic bag out of Wes’s hand. Then, she ordered coldly. “I want to see him.”

Wes glanced at the spilled soup on the floor, expressionless, and repeated, “Mr. Freeman is busy.”

“Is he in his office? I’ll go find him.”

He stopped her. “Ms. Ellis, Mr. Freeman is not at the company. It’s pointless to go there.”

Not at the company?

Dorothy’s expression turned ferocious. “Did he go to that b*tch, Olivia, again?”

Wes did not like hearing her insult Olivia like this. He answered coldly, “Ms. Ellis, don’t you think you’re meddling too much? It has nothing to do with you if Mr. Freeman is by Mrs. Freeman’s side.”

“Wes Coulson! What do you mean by that?”

Then, Dorothy sneered and stripped off the gauze on her wrist. She squeezed her wound, making the blood drip on the floor.

“Tell Johnny I took things too hard and attempted suicide again. Tell him to come. here at once.”

Wes frowned and snorted. “Ms. Ellis, please wait a moment. I’ll call a doctor for you.”

“You!” When Dorothy was about to curse out of anger, she saw Zac approaching her

ward.

Right now, he was menacing and cold. It was very different from his gentle and kind

image.

“Mr. Coulson, I’d like to talk to Ms. Ellis alone.”

Wes quickly stepped aside. “No problem.”