Chapter 805
Sam seemed to want to determine if Olivia was lying. He stared at her for as long as a minute.
'Yeah, he said you killed my mother on purpose to escape prison, making her die for you. That way, you get a crafty escape plan and get to turn over a new leaf."
Sam bit her lip. "Godmother, I trust you, but... You faked your death on the day my mother died, right?"
Olivia nodded. "That's right. It's the same day, but I didn't set this up."
She pressed her lips together. "Your mother was a good friend of mine. When I was being bullied in prison, she would always protect me and take care of me. So why would I bite the hand that feeds me?" After she said that, she frowned. "But I will look into what you said and then give you an explanation, okay?"
"Godmother, do you also have doubts?"
Olivia shook her head. "No, but that night, I was trapped in the fire with your mother. When I woke up, it was a few days later, and I had no idea how I got out."
Sam was taken aback. Then, he lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, Godmother. I shouldn't have questioned you like that."
'You're not at fault. You just want to know the truth."
Sam looked at his hand and cleared his throat. He asked, "Godmother, will I also be locked up?"
Olivia held his hands and washed them again and again with soap. Then, when his hands were smelling great, she put them in front of his face. "Smell."
Sam hesitated and smelled them. 'They smell of soap."
'They don't smell like blood, right?"
Sam nodded.
Olivia patted his hands softly. "Sam, I killed him, so if this comes to light one day, I will surrender, and you... If you want to avenge your father, you can even beat me while I'm down..."
"No..." Sam quickly rejected the idea. "Godmother, I won't avenge him. I don't even want him as my father. If it were not for him, my mom wouldn't have been thrown behind bars and she wouldn't have died. My mom was good to me, and she was as kind to me as you are now."
Olivia held him tightly. As she held him, she said softly, "Sam, remember, I killed him, and it has nothing to do with you, okay?"
Even though she said that, she knew very well that Sam would not get over this that easily.
After all, he had killed someone, and that person was his father.
Sam's encounter made Olivia think of Zyla.
Their birth families ruined them, and in the end, they had to spend their entire lives healing the trauma they suffered when they were younger.
They were pitiful. Olivia did not want Sam to live like this, like someone else she remembered.
After bathing Sam and eating, Olivia spent about an hour putting him to sleep.
However, even though he was asleep, she was not sleepy at all.
When she walked downstairs, she saw Mrs. Simmons cleaning.
"Mrs. Simmons, where's Zac?"
"He left."
Olivia pressed her lips together. She wanted to ask about the prison escape four years ago, but since he was not around, she did not want to call him about it. Therefore, she could only ask about it another day.
As she lifted her head to look at the moon, her heart tightened and it hurt a little.
'I wonder how John's doing.'
She walked to the room to grab her phone and coat. After that, she went downstairs to drive to the hospital to visit John.
No matter what happened back then, John did save her this time, and she did not know how he was doing. Therefore, it would make sense if she went to see him.
However, she did not know that Zac had not left. He had parked his car under a tree not far away. Now, he was watching her driving out in the middle of the night.
At that moment, he did not have any reason to try convincing himself anymore. He lowered his head to sign the divorce papers that he had printed out.
'Liv, perhaps I should have had any presumptuous thoughts about you from the beginning. If not, I wouldn't have hurt myself so badly.'
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