Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 161

Chapter 161 Olivia lay on the bed and drowned in her thoughts.

This day was a really long day. She had just seen Dad’s suicide note and Mom’s autopsy report, and once she got back, she got framed.

Everything happened like it was yesterday, and tears flowed uncontrollably down the corner of Olivia’s eyes.

The evidence she had gathered was not enough to sue Dorothy, but she could not leave it as it was.

As she thought about Zac Quinton, she sat up from her bed.

After scouring through the room for a long while, she finally found a phone hidden in the cracks.

Olivia walked to the balcony and dialed Zac’s number warily as she kept tabs on the direction of the bathroom door. She was afraid that John would enter the room suddenly.

“It’s me, Mr. Quinton.”

When Zac heard that it was Olivia’s voice, he breathed a sigh of relief. “Are you okay? What happened yesterday? Are you safe?

Where are you?”

Olivia was stunned for a while. A warm, fuzzy feeling arose in her heart.

“I’m at the Cliffside Villa. Johnny is bathing. I’ll cut straight to the point.”

“Okay.”

“Are you free to meet me tomorrow? I have something that I need to ask you about.” Just in case Zac misunderstood her, Olivia added deliberately, “It’s in regard to the law.”

“Of course. I have some serious matters to inform you about as well.”

“What happened? Did something happen to Zyla?”

“It’s Uncle Wallace. His body was found.”

Olivia’s legs suddenly lost their strength. Her voice trembled as she asked, “R-really?”

“Yes, but you’re needed to go and identify the body. So, if you’re okay, we’ll head there tomorrow. It’s in the neighboring city.”

“Okay, no problem.”

“So...”

Before Zac could finish, Olivia heard the bathroom door open and threw a frantic ” We’ll talk tomorrow.” before hanging up the phone in a panic.

She was so nervous her hands were sweaty. She scrambled to delete the call history with Zac from her phone and placed her phone behind her back.

John walked out of the bathroom to see an empty bed. He frowned and was about to walk out briskly.

Did that woman just escape again?

Just as he was about to call Wes, he caught a flash of red at the balcony from the corner of his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked to the balcony to see Olivia perched over the railings as she looked up into the night skies. Her long, fluttery eyelashes blinked inconsistently, and only she knew what was going through her mind.

“Trying to escape again?”

At the sound of John’s voice, Olivia shivered and took a step back in fright. She looked anxiously at John and replied, “N-no, I was just enjoying the night breeze.”

“You have pneumonia, so why are you even in the wind? Do you want it to become cancer?”

John’s voice was cold like he was cursing her so she would get lung cancer.

Olivia’s heart dropped. “It’s just the breeze. It won’t trigger any changes,” since she was already diagnosed with end-stage cancer.

John frowned, walked towards Olivia, and grabbed her arm.

“Olivia Larson, did you really have to go against me every time?”

At that very moment, there was only a towel on John. The bronze color skin of his abs still glistened with water droplets, and he looked really enticing.

Olivia did not want to be alone with him. She tried to fling his hand away. “Mr.

Freeman, didn’t you say that I’m dirty? Now that you’ve touched me, your efforts of a bath have just gone to waste, isn’t it?”

“Olivia Larson!”

“You’re the one who said that I’m dirty, and now you’re pulling my arm? What in the world do you want?”

John yanked at her and had her fall in his arms.

He gripped her chin and said, “Don’t worry, I would never ever let your Aaron go unscathed. As for your unborn child, if you really wanted to give birth to it so much I’d allow you to do so, but I will never raise it!”

“I can raise my baby myself!”

“With what, Olivia Larson? Do you have money? Do you have a job?”