Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife
Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Olivia's voice was not loud, but Dorothy heard it clearly

As far as Dorothy was concerned, Olivia was nothing but a toy they were keeping captive, so she had no right to speak to Dorothy like this.

"Olivia, don't forget that Johnny asked me to take care of your food and drink. Are you planning on starving to death?"

Olivia did not bother to argue with Dorothy. She buried her head under the quilt.

Dorothy could not hear what was happening inside Olivia's room and was annoyed. She laughed and said, "Don't you wonder where I threw Uncle Wallace's body?

"That old man should be blamed for being a busybody. Of course I made him die a miserable death. I've thrown him into the sea. The fish might've already eaten him up. Are you surprised to hear that?

"As for the case, I got rid of it. All the evidence you wanted is gone. Does that annoy you?"

Olivia clung to the quilt, clenching her teeth to suppress the anger in her.

She swore she would not let Dorothy go.

As long as she was still alive, she would replace a way to kill Dorothy, even if she ended up in prison because

of John.

Olivia took off the covers, got out of bed, and walked to the door. Then, she shouted, "Dorothy, you'll be punished for what you've done. Reflect on the karma you've accumulated!" "Oh, Olivia. I thought you were dead. So you're still breathing."

With that, Dorothy smiled sweetly and said, "Well, Johnny trusts me and not you."

Olivia caught for breath when she heard that. She clenched her chest and slowly sat down on the ground against the wall, gasping painfully.

Dorothy seemed to be satisfied with that. "Well. I'm done teasing you for now, but it's really fun. It's breakfast time for me now. As for your breakfast, that depends on my mood." Hearing Dorothy walking down the stairs, Olivia could not help but cover her mouth and cough.

Her throat was dry, and she could taste the rusty blood in it. The pain in her lungs made her think she would not last long with only two painkillers left.

She was a little hungry because she had not eaten dinner last night, but there was not even an expired. bowl of noodles in the room.

The feeling of despair overtook her. She struggled to get up and climb onto the bed..

She could store some energy if she slept.

In the afternoon, Olivia suddenly smelled something fragrant, and her stomach began to growl.

She frowned slightly, trying to cover her head to hide from the smell.

However, the fragrance seemed to be wafting up from the door gap. It was the smell of meat, and it was making Olivia drool.

"Does it smell good, Olivia? Do you want some?"

Hearing Dorothy's annoying voice, Olivia knew she was up to no good again.

This was one of John's personal affairs, and it seemed he should have stayed out of it in the first place.

As he was wandering around, a black Maybach stopped at the gate, and John got out of the car carrying a

lunch box.

Zac took a step back, hiding in the darkness. Fortunately, he had not rushed into the house earlier, or John might misunderstand him again. Olivia might get hurt again.

Zac looked down at his insulated lunch box and the medicine. He shook his head and returned to his car.

Meanwhile, Dorothy approached John before he could head upstairs.

"Johnny, you're back at last. I thought you were going to spend the night at the company again tonight."

John frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I was concerned about you and afraid you would be exhausted from work."

He looked up at Olivia's room and headed upstairs. "How is Olivia today?"

"Well, I gave Olivia some food, but she didn't seem to have much of an appetite. So, she hardly ate."

John quickly walked to the door and knocked on it. "Olivia, open the door."

There was no movement inside.

Annoyed, John knocked on the door harder. "Open the door!"