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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 43

Olivia woke up two days later.

With difficulty, she opened her eyes and turned them to familiarize herself with the surroundings. The tip of her nose smelled the familiar disinfectant, and she knew she was not dead. She was in the hospital again.

For a moment, she had no idea if she was doomed or if God was trying to torture her.

This broken body was no more than a burden to live on, right?

After wiping her body, the caretaker looked up and saw her awake. She shouted, “Ms. Larson, are you awake? I’ll get the doctor for you.”

Olivia tugged at her dress, shook her head, and asked hoarsely, “How many days have I slept?”

“Two days. Do you feel okay?”

“Was I the only one who came to the hospital that day? What about the other one?”

The caretaker froze. She was confused. “Ms. Larson, I’m your caretaker. But as far as I know, you were the only one brought in that night. There was no one else.

‘No?’

Olivia’s heart sank. She did not save Uncle Wallace’s body after all.

It was as if a huge stone had pressed down on her heart, leaving her breathless. She coughed and quickly covered her mouth.

Startled, the caretaker hurriedly poured her a glass of

water. “Ms… Ms. Larson, drink this… I’d better get you a doctor.”

Olivia took the glass of water and drank it while bearing the pain. She said, “No. It’s an old issue. The doctor can’t do anything about it.”

Placing the glass on the table, she opened her hand. The blood on her palm seemed to remind her that she was dying.

The caretaker quickly pulled out a tissue and gave it to her. “Ms. Larson, are you sick?”

“Yes, I’m sick.”

Olivia wiped her palms, turned her head, and asked, ” Who hired you?”

The girl scratched her head. “It’s a man who didn’t say his name. He only gave me 20 thousand dollars to take care of you for a week.

“You’re lucky, Ms. Larson. You were saved from a fire but didn’t get burned.”

*

Olivia pursed her lips and smiled.

‘Am I lucky?’

She had lung cancer and came close to death several times. She seemed lucky to have survived them.

She used to be the Larson family’s heiress and the high and mighty Mrs. Freeman, but now?

The Larson family was gone, and the title Mrs. Freeman seemed to have become a shackle. She seemed cursed.

Suddenly, she remembered a voice she thought she had heard. “Who brought me to the hospital?”

The caretaker shook her head. “I don’t know. I came over

afterward. But you were crying so much that you made many pillows wet. Ms. Larson, is there something upsetting you?”

Olivia froze and shook her head.

Just then, the door opened, and a lean and tall figure

entered.

The caretaker looked back and got up, trembling.

John was born with a noble and cold aura. He had also worked in the business world for many years. The malicious aura from his body was nothing a small caretaker could handle.

Olivia caught a glimpse of John’s expensive handmade

leather shoes before looking up at the caretaker, saying, Get me some soup and spend some time outside.” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Okay…”

The caretaker looked intently at Olivia before leaving, but no one noticed it.

After she was gone, John walked up to Olivia and looked condescendingly at her.

Olivia remembered Uncle Wallace’s last words before he died. ‘Dad was forced to commit suicide by someone surnamed Freeman.

‘There is only one man surnamed Freeman in Ocean City, and that’s John Freeman!

‘Has this man lost his mind that he would even kill my dad just to make his lover happy?’

However, she refused to believe it…

She looked up into John’s cold eyes and said with a smile, “Johnny, are you here to see if I’m dead? I’m sorry I’m still alive.”