Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 115

Chapter 115 “Put her on the phone!”

Zac hesitated for a moment before he stood up and walked out. “You don’t need to know about that.”

“Mr. Quinton, is that Johnny?”

Zac paused in his tracks and covered his phone. “No. It’s a work call.”

Olivia pursed her lips and forced a smile. “Mr. Quinton, we can’t hide from trouble if it wants to find us. Give me the phone. Let me tell him.”

The two of them had a silent battle for a while before Zac passed his phone to her.

Olivia cleared her throat, lifted her head to make her tears flow back, and said, “John Freeman, I hate you! I don’t wanna see you!”

Before today, if you were to ask her, she would be sure that she was still very in love with John.

However, after being thrown into the little black hut, she was unsure of that.

The young man who was once her bringer of light had thrown her into the darkness himself, snuffing out all light and hope.

It seemed like she was... truly tired now.

Her voice was calm and firm, but it was also cold. At the other end of the phone call, John’s heart shuddered, and he felt sad for some reason.

“What did you say, Olivia?”

“I said, John Freeman, I hate you! I don’t wanna see you!”

Olivia’s face was stoic as she repeated her words, her tone colder than the last time she said it. She also said it much faster the second time around.

“How dare you, Olivia Larson! I’ll definitely find you!”

A stream of tears flowed down Olivia’s cheeks. She smirked. “We’ll see whether you’ll manage to find me.”

Before John could speak another word, she hung up.

Zac knew that she was holding back, and he felt sorry for her. He frowned, sat down, and patted Olivia on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll make arrangements for your accommodation.”

Olivia wiped her face carelessly and said, “No, Mr. Quinton, Johnny will be able to find me for sure. It’s just a matter of time. I don’t want to get you involved in this. Not you, nor Zyla.”

“What about you...”

Olivia came down from the bed, raised the medicine bottle towards Zac, and said, ” Thank you. Really.”

Zac wanted to stop her, but after he saw how resilient and firm she was, he stopped in his tracks and did not go any further.

This woman might look frail, but she was stubborn and strong on the inside.

He also knew that from that moment on, she merely wanted to find a place to be alone, so she could nurse her wounds.

He wanted to keep her company, but he knew he had more important things to do.

Frankly, Olivia had no idea where she could go.

After getting into a taxi outside the hospital, she was stunned when the driver asked her where she wanted to go. She instinctively said, “Larson’s Residence.”

Larson’s Residence was in a more secluded area, so after the taxi drove away from the city, Olivia was the only person left in sight.

It had been two years since anyone came for maintenance at the Larson’s Residence, so it was filled with weeds on both the inside and outside.

When Olivia pushed the door open, a dried leaf fell into her hands. It was quickly swept away by the wind into the mud nearby.

It had rained the day before, so there was lots of mud everywhere. The moment the fallen leaf dropped into the mud, it was quickly stained.

Olivia laughed bitterly. Her life was exactly like that fallen leaf’s fate.

The backyard was not locked, so she walked in. Looking at how familiar yet unfamiliar the place looked, her tears flowed out of her eyes once more.

When did she become such a crybaby?

The main living place was locked, so she could only sit under the extended roof by the wall. The autumn breeze blew past her, and she felt a little cold, so she tugged her clothes a little tighter around her and stared quietly at the door.

She could not forget how yesterday, at this exact place, her brother smashed a vase on her head because he wanted to defend Dorothy.

What kind of life had her brother lived for the past two years to become so brainwashed?

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On the other hand, after being hung up by Olivia, John swiped the vase beside him onto the ground in a fit of rage.