Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife
Chapter 817

Chapter 817

'Vanished into thin air...'

Olivia felt a huge headache, and many things that seemed to be clear gradually became muddier.

"Fred, do you remember..." Olivia stole a glance at Sam who was sleeping soundly in bed and lowered her voice. "Do you remember Noah Ginger?" "Noah Ginger?"

Fred kept quiet for a moment but was still a little confused. "Who's that?"" Jess's husband who passed away."

Hearing such, Fred suddenly remembered. "Oh, Noah! Yes I remember.

What about him? Did he fake his death?"

Olivia nodded. "Yeah, he did." Fred was silent for a while.

"Liv, don't scare me, did he turn into a zombie? It can't be. Could you have mistaken someone else for him?"

"How could I? He abducted Sam and injured John. In the end, I killed him with my own hands."

Fred paused.

For some reason, he felt that this was scarier than Noah faking his death, and chills ran down his spine.

Noticing him remaining quiet, Olivia repeated herself. "I'm serious, I... I didn't expect this either. He didn't die back then. He faked it and caused Jess to be thrown into jail."

"Liv, do you... suspect that Noah is related to everything that happened as well? Could it be just a coincidence?"

"If it was only him faking his death, it could possibly be a coincidence. However, not only was he alive, but he had found Dorothy and was working together with her to frame me. This is definitely not a coincidence."

"Do you suspect that someone was intentionally guiding him to replace Dorothy?"

"Yeah."

Fred sighed and wiped his face. "Liv, why don't you come over and replace me? Leave the past in the past. Ever since you went back to Ocean City, you have been facing all sorts of dangers. Lyla and I are worried."

'Leave the past in the past...'

That was what she wanted.

However, there were lives at stake. There were people who died because of her, so how could she not be bothered?

"Is Lyla okay?"

"Yeah, she's grown quite a bit. She can speak French now, and she has been a good girl, but....."

Olivia was a little anxious. "But what?"

"But she has not spoken much about you recently. Liv, you've disappointed her." Fred sighed. "Kids can't be deceived, it's hard to recover a child's broken heart."

After saying that, he paused and persuaded her wholeheartedly. "Liv, I know that one of your regrets was that you couldn't be with your brother as he grew up, so I don't want you to regret it again with Lyla. Do you understand?

Olivia clenched her fists hard as she felt as if she was suffocating.

'I am more than willing, but... no matter what I choose, they will suffer.'

"I understand. Take good care of her, I will go over real soon, I promise."

After hanging up the phone, she sat on the chair and gradually closed her eyes. Her heart was colder than the autumn wind.

On the second day, after an early breakfast, she brought Sam to the hospital with the soup made by Mrs. Wallace.

In order to deal with Sam's mental issues, she passed him to Ken in the hopes that he could help.

Immediately after, she brought the soup to Kate.

It was amazing to think that when they first met, they were enemies, but now... Olivia could not tell whether she was an enemy or a friend. When she entered, Kate was daydreaming and was startled by the sound of the door knocking. She stroked her hair and said, "Come in." Seeing that it was Olivia, she was taken aback. She looked down, then said, "It's you?'

'Who else were you expecting?"

"No." She smiled embarrassingly then pursed her lips while looking at Olivia. "Thank you for yesterday..."

"You're welcome. I brought you some soup. Would you like some?"

Kate felt a little awkward and looked at her with a complicated expression then said, "Phoebe, do you know why I scolded Zyla at her grave?"