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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 292

John’s hand missed. He tried to push Dorothy away to save Olivia, but Dorothy held him so tightly that he could not move.

Watching Olivia fall, John immediately grabbed Dorothy, threw her out, and ran to the rooftop to grab Olivia’s hand.

However, it was too late.

Their hands brushed past each other, just like how they often missed each other in their relationship.

“Olivia!”

John’s expressionless eyes finally had fear and helplessness. At this moment, he could not save the woman he had hated for two years and loved for four years, no matter how capable he was.

He even wanted to die with Olivia.

However, Dorothy held to his waist and yanked him inwards from behind. “Johnny, no.”

Olivia looked at the two hugging on the rooftop, and tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, she closed her eyes slowly.

He chose Dorothy after all.

Speaking of which, how many times had he given her up?

The third time? Or the fourth time?

She did not remember. All she knew was that it was probably the last time.

Her already wounded heart tore open as the cold wind poured into it, making it cold and painful until she seemed numbed by it.

‘Am I finally dying?’

She began to see her life flash before her eyes. Bits and pieces of her past began to

emerge.

It was from her birth to now.

Zyla’s smile, Zac’s gentleness, her brother lan’s figure, revenge for her parents…

It even included the good times with John and the charming young man 17 years

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Also, her unborn child, who had gone through all the difficulties with her but could

not make it to birth.

She could not help feeling emotional. ‘Is the twentieth floor that high?’

How was it that she had seen her whole life flash before her eyes, and she had not landed yet?

On second thought, she wondered if it hurt when she died.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes and glanced despairingly yet reluctantly at the increasingly vague figure on the rooftop.

She murmured in her mind, ‘Johnny, this is the last time I’ll see you. Goodbye.”

Just then, her body slammed against something, and a sharp pain came from her belly.

Zac’s urgent voice rang in her ears. “Liv! Liv, don’t sleep! Help!”

She looked at Zac in a daze. His expression was frantic, and his mouth was moving,

but she could not catch a word.

As Zac leaned over, she muttered in his ear, “Thank

With that said, she passed out.

you, Zac.”

Zac watched the doctor load Olivia, who was covered in blood, onto a stretcher and followed them to the emergency room door.

He looked down at the blood on his hand. Furious, he hit the white wall with his fist.

He hated it. He hated why he was stupid enough to fall for that woman Rainie’s tricks.

If Dr. Zucker had not called him to tell him Liv had run away, he might still have been

in the dark.

If the firemen were not there, they would not have had time to put up the air cushion.

If…·

He dared not think about the ifs and the consequences of losing Liv because he

could not handle it.

He leaned against the wall with his head in his arms and stared dully at the ground.

He was afraid.

Suddenly he heard a thud and then a familiar curse. “John, you son of a b*tch! If Sis

Liv dies, I will kill you myself!”

“John Freeman!”

Zac turned and sprinted forward. He punched John in the face, pressed him onto the floor, and yelled, “Why didn’t you save Liv? Where’s your energy from digging last time?”

John did not fight back. He only looked at him blankly and said nothing.