Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 212

Chapter 212 Wes took a deep breath. “Sir, you’re contradicting yourself.”

Perhaps the view was much clearer when one was not a part of the equation. To Wes, Olivia was the woman John had always loved.

Dorothy was just the spark that started this entire fiasco. She was the one stoking the fire in between them. John only gratitude for her, not love. He did not even like her.

The only one poisoning John’s heart was John himself.

After the car started, John lit another cigarette and held it in between his fingers, allowing it to burn slowly.

He did not want to think of Olivia any longer, but the image of her being afraid was etched deeply into his mind. He could not push that image away.

In the end, all he could do was throw the cigarette butt away, close his eyes, and lean back.

“Let’s go back to the office.”

The next day, Zyla arrived really early. The first thing she saw when she entered past the door was the blood on the ground.

Then, she saw Olivia sprawled at an unusual angle on the bed and got the fright of her life.

Zyla ran to her and checked if she was breathing. Then, she checked if Olivia’s body was still warm.

After she ensured everything was okay, Zyla breathed a sigh of relief and took the mop. She was about to mop the floor clean when she wondered...

“What happened yesterday night?”

At that moment, Olivia opened her eyes groggily and jumped up from the bed to the floor.

“You’re awake, Sis Liv?”

“Yeah.” Olivia cradled her aching head and looked up. “Zy?”

“What happened last night, Sis Liv? Were you hurt? Why is there blood all over the floor?”

Zyla was mopping the floor. She lifted her head to meet Olivia’s eyes, which were clearly swollen from all the crying. Zyla was stunned.

“Sis Liv, was Jerk John here?”

There was only one person who could make Sis Liv cry!

Olivia knew she could not hide it from Zyla, so she nodded. “Yeah.”

Zyla wanted to ask more before she saw the blood on the bed. Then, she threw the mop down, ran towards the bed, and gave Olivia a once-over.

“Where are you bleeding from, Sis Liv? Are you hurt? I’ll get the doctor!”

Olivia smiled exasperatedly when she saw Zyla’s exaggerated reaction. “It’s not my blood. It’s John’s.”

“Jerk John’s blood?”

“Yes.”

Zyla breathed a sigh of relief once more. “I was scared witless! I thought he hit you and got you injured again.”

“I was the one who hit him on the head.” After she said that, Olivia held up an ashtray. “With this.”

Zyla was once again stunned and rooted to the spot.

Had she hear Olivia correctly?

Sis Liv hit Jerk John’s head?

Since when had her Sis Liv become so manly?

“For real?”

Olivia saw that Zyla did not believe her and got down from the bed. She feigned a chuckle. “Of course! Why would I lie to you?”

Then, she put on a cardigan and pestered her. “Aren’t you here to discharge me?”

Zyla cheekily and joyfully packed up all the things Olivia had. “Discharging you right away! Good one, Sis Liv!”

After ten minutes passed, Zyla placed the bags to one side. “Just wait here for me, Sis Liv. I’ll get you the discharge papers.”

“Okay.”

The door swung open, and Zac walked in.

“Mr. Quinton?”

Zac nodded at Zyla slightly and looked at Olivia with a smile.

“Liv, I’ve received your apology through Zyla, and I accept it.”

What?

Olivia looked at the culprit with daggers shooting out of her eyes.

The culprit looked back and deemed the situation a dangerous one. She ran off with a plastered, awkward laugh left behind.

How could Zyla say that kind of thing to Zac? How dare she! That was absolutely ridiculous!

Immediately, Zac walked into the room and gently said, “Rainie Jameson is not my fiancee.”