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

Chapter 853

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Olivia instantly snapped back to reality. She quickly opened the calendar to check the date, only to realize that today was Ian’s orientation ceremony.

When Sam was kidnapped, she promised on the boat that she would attend it.

However, so much had been going on recently that she forgot about it…

“Ian…”

Olivia covered her mouth, flustered. “Ian, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. Where are you? I’ll come and see you, okay?”

“What’s the point of coming now? You always do this. You only apologize afterward. Can you really make up for your absence by apologizing?”

Olivia could not retort to Ian’s sentence.

She was not a good sister.

Especially since the incident six years ago, she had been absent from Ian’s life, so it was no wonder Ian had so many complaints.

“Ian, give me another chance, okay?”

“Forget it. You care more about other people. You can keep them company. I’m calling to tell you that from now on, I don’t have a sister. So don’t

torture yourself and give yourself a hard time anymore. You can enjoy your new life, Phoebe James!”

“Ian, I… Ian? Are you still listening?”

However, Ian did not give her any time to explain. He just hung up. He had already turned off the phone when she called back.

She could tell he was furious this time.

Olivia panicked. She thought of looking for Ian at Larson’s Residence. As soon as she opened the car door, Sam ran out hurriedly.

“Godmother, you’re back. Mrs. Simmons doesn’t seem well. She said she had a stomach ache. I called Mr. Lucas, but he seems to be in surgery and isn’t answering his phone. What should we do?”

“What?”

Olivia closed the car door and ran in after Sam.

Mrs. Simmons was crouched on the ground, holding her stomach. You could tell she was in pain.

“Sam, don’t tell Miss. She… She already has a lot to handle. Get me a taxi.”

Mrs. Simmons struggled to stand up as she spoke. She looked up and met Olivia’s gaze. Her expression instantly changed as she pretended that nothing had happened. “Miss, what are you doing back here?”

Looking at Mrs. Simmons’s sweaty forehead and pale lips, Olivia felt sorry and took her arm. “Why didn’t you tell me that you’re not feeling well? It can become something major if you ignore pains and illnesses at your age.”

“Miss, I’m fine. I’m really fine. Don’t listen to…”

“Mrs. Simmons, if you don’t want to give me trouble, you should come with me to the doctor. I can only feel at ease when you are well.”

With that, she helped Mrs. Simmons outside, putting her straight into the backseat of the car.

“Sam, sit in the back and take care of Mrs. Simmons.”

“Yes, Godmother.”

Worried Mrs. Simmons’s condition would worsen, Olivia sped to the hospital. Once they were there, she parked the car, rushed to the emergency room, requested a doctor, and ran over with a stretcher.

Mrs. Simmons was the only elder she had left, and she did not know what she would do if something happened to her.

While Mrs. Simmons was being examined, she paced up and down the hallway. Sam grabbed her several times, but she shrugged him off.

Suddenly, the door opened, and the doctor walked out. Olivia immediately ran to him and asked anxiously, “How was it? What is it? Is it serious? Does she need surgery?”