Chapter 238 He was in his usual black suit as he stood tall. He looked at her with cold, distant eyes.
Olivia did not want to see him, but it was Uncle Wallaceâs funeral, and she did not want to make a scene.
Therefore, she stepped aside.
John placed the flowers in his hand in front of the gravestone. He glanced at her and said indifferently, âI need to talk to you once this is over.â
Olivia felt strangely uneasy.
âIs he here to intercede on Dorothyâs behalf?â
âI donât have time.â
John said nothing after getting rejected, nor did he stay. He walked away as she never spoke.
Olivia slowly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he did not make a scene, She knew she would have to face what she feared sooner or later.
However, she could comfort herself as long as it did not happen.
Maybe he still had feelings for her and would not force her.
More people came and made polite remarks, and Olivia made polite replies in return.
âMrs. Freeman, I didnât expect to see you again. Iâm sorry about Mr. Simmons. My condolences.â
Olivia looked up to see Rainie standing in front of her, wearing a large black hat.
âThank you, Ms. Jameson.â
She had nothing much to say to this woman and just wanted to get it over with.
However, Rainie did not leave after putting down the flowers. Instead, she whispered, âOlivia, youâre insatiable. Thatâs too greedy.â
Olivia froze. She knew what Rainie meant.
I âMs. Jameson, I think you misunderstood. Zac and I are just friends. Whether you get married or not is none of my business.â
âDonât overthink it. I just donât like other women around my fiancé, especially a married one.â
With that said, Rainie said with a smile, âBut I heard you and Mr. Freeman are getting a divorce.â
Olivia could tell that the woman was here to make trouble at this point.
Besides that, Rainie and Dorothy were best friends. She probably wanted revenge for old and new hatreds.
Oliviaâs face darkened slightly. âMs. Jameson, I appreciate that you came to Uncle Wallaceâs funeral, but please donât make a scene, or I wonât go easy on you.â
Rainie sneered and was about to cause a scene when a voice behind her stopped her.
âRainie.â
Rainieâs expression instantly changed when she heard the voice. She immediately turned around with a smile and held the middle-aged woman who called her. âMom, Iâve placed the flowers. Youâre not feeling well. Letâs go back first.â
âWait.â
With that said, the woman walked up to Olivia.
It was when Olivia got a good look at the woman.
Mrs. Jameson was elegant. You could tell she was from an affluent family. However, her expression was cold when she looked up at Olivia.
âI donât care if youâre Ms. Larson or Mrs. Freeman. I hope you know two-timing will blow up in your face sooner or later.â
Olivia frowned, looking ghastly pale. âMrs. Jameson, itâs Uncle Wallaceâs funeral today. I hope you wonât talk nonsense.â
*Hmph, talk nonsense? The Jameson family and the Quinton family have a marriage. agreement. You should have some self-
respect, Ms. Larson!â
Olivia became furious as Mrs. Jameson was so aggressive.
She would not put up with it if it were not Uncle Wallaceâs funeral.
Rainie took Mrs. Jamesonâs hand and said pitifully, âMom, what are you talking about? Ms. Larson and Zac are just friends. How am I supposed to make friends. when you say it like that?â
âFriends? Rainie, a woman like her isnât worthy of your friendship.â
Suddenly, Olivia felt a squeeze around her waist, and she was pulled into someoneâs arms. A deep, cold voice rang above her head.
âMrs. Jameson, what kind of woman is my wife?â
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