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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 299

“More?”

Olivia’s heart quaked as she bellowed, “John, do you not care because you think the baby isn’t yours?”

It was their baby. How could he say “More” so easily?

John opened his mouth. Before he could speak, Olivia pushed him hard into the door.

“John.” She looked at him tearfully, saying, “We can never have more children.”

These words cut into John’s heart like a knife.

“Why?”

“Why?” Olivia stared at him for a dozen seconds. Then she suddenly said with a

sneer, “John, do you really not know, or are you faking it?”

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“Olivia.” He called her hoarsely. He looked up at her with a slightly forlorn look.

Olivia was in so much pain she could not breathe.

‘Who is he to be disappointed?

‘Who caused all this?

‘Why does he never think he’s wrong?

‘Despair?

‘No.’ She found it ironic and suddenly threw her head back and laughed out loud.

Laughing, her tears poured out again and slid down his face to his mouth. It was salty yet astringent like her life.

She suddenly did not recognize the man before her, who she had loved for 17 years and shared a bed with. He became so unfamiliar.

“John, who are you doing this for?”

She recalled the scene she saw when she fell. She picked up the vase nearby and smashed it at John. She yelled through gritted teeth, “F*ck off! Get the f*ck out of

here!

“It was you. John, you pushed me off that building!”

Olivia’s eyes went red as she threw everything she could reach at John, yelling. “You killed our baby!”

John’s shirt was stained with water, blood, and fish soup However, instead of fighting back, he looked up at Olivia

“I’m sorry.”

For a moment, Olivia felt her strength run out and quickly held on to the edge of the bed to barely keep standing straight.

The chill crept up from under her feet, making her tremble.

The mighty John finally lowered his head and said, “I’m sorry,” but…

She sneered. “John, do you think you can pretend that nothing happened just because you’re sorry? Stupid!”

John froze as he was at a loss for what to say for a moment.

Suddenly, someone yanked him out of the ward, shouting, “Jerk John, what are your doing here? I warn you. Don’t provoke Sis Liv, or I’ll kill you and your little lover!”

Then he embarrassingly stood in the hallway as soon as the door was closed.

Just as he was about to leave, Fred swiftly pushed the door to enter. Without checking what was going on inside, he said, “Ms. Larson, I found them.”

Zyla had just helped Olivia to bed and asked in confusion, “What did you find? What happened?”

“I found the grave robbers.”

Olivia jumped to her feet, her eyes wide. Her pale lips trembled as she asked, “Real… Really?”

Fred nodded. “Yes, and I brought back what they stole.”

“Where are they?”

“I’ve kept them in the van parked downstairs. I’ve also checked that the coffins and urns were unopened.”

Olivia breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that. “Thank you, Fred. Thank you.”

Then she seemed to have lost her breath and was about to collapse as her legs gave way. Fortunately, Zyla grabbed her just in time.

She closed her eyes and muttered, “I’m sorry, Mom and Dad.”