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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 31

Zac saw Olivia crawling towards the door as he walked in.

She left a trail of blood behind her, and her face was pale. Zac was shocked to see her like this.

His first thought was that John had been here.

Zac quickly picked her up off the ground and put her on the bed. He turned around to go look for the doctor, but Olivia caught him by the wrist.

“Mr. Quinton, do me a favor, will you?”

“Whatever it is, let the doctor look at you first. Your wounds have torn open and need to be rebandaged…”

Before Zac could finish his sentence, Olivia wailed, There’s no time left! Mr. Quinton, I have no time left.”

Zac was shocked. “What happened? Is John bullying you again?”

Olivia shook her head and struggled to get herself off the bed. “Someone is dying.”

Dying?

Zac was immediately put on high alert. Olivia was not the type of person to cause unnecessary trouble. She had to be telling the truth.

He leaned down again, picked her up, and headed out.

Although Zac had only gotten close to Olivia in the last few days, he knew that this woman was stubborn, and no one could stop her from doing what she wanted.

He knew she would not leave it even if he asked her to

leave the matter to him.

“I’ll make an exception for you this time. The next time, you’ll go to the doctor and let me handle this dying person.”

Olivia was startled. She only realized in the lift that Zac was planning to carry her to save this person from death.

“T-the peninsula.”

The peninsula?

Zac frowned. “Isn’t that where you and John live? Who’s trying to kill someone? John?”

In his opinion, no one else except John would do such a thing.

Olivia bit her lips. “No, it’s not John. It’s Dorothy.”

Her heart hammered in her chest as soon as she said those words.

‘Will Zac believe what I said?’

After all, even John did not believe her. Everyone thought that Dorothy was a kind girl and that Olivia was a vicious

woman.

She was taking a gamble. After all, she had no one else to seek help from.

After getting to know Zac these few days, Olivia felt that he was reasonable and would not draw a conclusion

before trying to understand a situation. At least, she hoped so.

“I see. Who is Dorothy going to kill?”

Zac put her down in the passenger seat of the car. He bent down to buckle her seat belt and walked around the front

of the car toward the driver’s seat.

“Uncle Wallace, our former butler.”

Afraid that Zac might misunderstand, she added. “The former butler of the Larson family.”

The butler of the Larson family was undoubtedly like family to Olivia, especially after her parents died. He was probably the last senior she cared about.

It was no wonder she was struggling and crawling on the floor just to get to him.

Zac’s long fingers gripped the steering wheel, and he stepped on the accelerator. “Sit tight. I’m going to speed up.”

The peninsula was far away, so it would take at least twenty minutes to get there from the hospital.

Olivia leaned back in her chair and looked listlessly out the window.

Suddenly, she said, “Mr. Quinton, why do you believe me?” After all, John did not believe her.

Zac was surprised and glanced at her. “I think you’re honest and trustworthy.” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

‘Trustworthy?’

Olivia was startled. She froze as she looked at Zac.

The streetlight reflected on his face. She looked at the flickering lights in a daze, immersed in her thoughts.

Zac reminded her of the John who had once loved her.

Zac did not notice her gaze and simply asked, “How did you learn about this? Did someone tell you?”

“Dorothy told me.”