Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife
Chapter 816

Chapter 816

Olivia was fidgeting throughout the meal, thinking about what John and Mr. M had in common.

No matter how she thought about it, she was unwilling to believe that Mr. M was John himself.

This... had hit her like a truck.

After dinner, she took Sam for a walk in the yard.

"Sam." She squatted down and helped Sam tidy his shirt. "Godmother needs to apologize to you. I should've told you that I was going out last night. Sorry for making you worry."

"What's the matter?"

"Something happened to Mr. Lucas's sister, so I was rushing to replace her and send her to the hospital. That's why it took the entire night."

"How are things now? Is Ms. Lucas alright?"

Olivia nodded. "Yeah. She's no longer in critical condition, but her health still depends on how well she can fully recover."

As she spoke, she touched Sam's face. "Same goes for you. I hope that you can recover from your demons and not be tortured by them further." Sam nodded. "Godmother, can you sleep with me tonight?" "Of course."

'You won't run out secretly this time... right?"

Olivia shook her head. "I won't. You can hold my hand to sleep, okay?"

"Deal!"

"Deal."

Suddenly, Sam reached out to touch Olivia's head. "Godmother, is there anything else that happened today? You seem to be gloomy."

Olivia shook her head in denial. "Nope. I guess I'm just exhausted. Let's go up and shower then sleep, okay?"

"Alright."

Olivia wanted to enlighten Sam, but so many things had happened recently that she was mentally drained to the extent that her brain did not function anymore and she could not think of anything to say to him. Besides, she could not even comfort herself. She might as well just keep quiet.

After showering, Sam sat in bed waiting for her obediently and actually held her hand to sleep as he listened to her bedtime stories.

However, Olivia had no desire to sleep.

John's words kept on replaying in her mind. "I am Mr. M." "How is that possible?

'He was an old man who told me about his love story. How could he be John?*

She had meals with Mr. M, they texted each other, and they slept in the same bed. She imagined he could be anyone but never had she ever connected him to John.

She turned on her phone and fell into deep thoughts while re-reading her texts with Mr. M.

She really wanted to text him to ask, but she was afraid of the answer, so she cleared her text box. In the end, she switched off her phone and forced herself to sleep to prevent herself from overthinking. However, after lying in bed for two hours with Sam, who had already started snoring lightly, she was still wide awake.

'How dreadful!'

She had no choice but to sit up and break free from Sam's grip. She put on her jacket, grabbed her phone, went to the balcony, then called Fred.

Fred had not woken up from his sleep and was still in a daze when he picked up the call. "Liv? Why are you calling me at this hour? Did anything happen?"

"No, I just couldn't sleep, so I figured I would call you to talk."

"Oh." Fred sat up. "What do you want to talk about?"

Olivia pursed her lips, "Did you replace out anything about what I talked about?"

"No, there's nothing about whoever is behind Dorothy. Everything that I looked into was a dead end, including the funds for the Jameson family. They were all clean."

Fred paused for a moment. "As for Rainie, I honestly suspect that she's dead, Liv. All evidence of her existence could have been planted by someone else impersonating her. I've searched the entire internet, and I could only come up with one conclusion: she vanished into thin air."