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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 236

The other end of the line fell silent once he finished speaking, making Olivia nervous for some reason.

“Zac, last time in the hospital, you said you and I were sworn friends.”

Olivia pressed her lips together and said solemnly, “I care a lot about my friends. If it costs your life to do it, I don’t want it. Got it?”

After all, dealing with Dorothy was her business.

If there was going to be death, it was going to be hers, not Zac’s.

Zac and Zyla were the only ones who sincerely stayed by her side, so she could not afford to lose either.

Suddenly, a chuckle rang in Olivia’s ear like a mountain stream.

It was the first time she had ever said something like this. Zac’s chuckle annoyed her. “Why are you laughing? Are you having second thoughts?”

“Liv.” He called her with a chuckle.

“I’m glad you’re finally admitting we’re friends. I really am glad.” NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Olivia’s ears reddened slightly. “Anyway, you and Zy are my friends. Promise me that nothing happens to you.”

“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. I’ll always have your back.”

“Okay.”

They were silent for a moment. Olivia said, “How did the other thing I asked you to do go?”

“When are you going to send her away?”

‘When,..’

Olivia thought about it. “Tomorrow night. Tomorrow I want to hold a funeral for Uncle Wallace. I’ll send her away when it’s over.”

She wanted to send Zyla away immediately, but knowing Zyla, she would notice something was wrong if she knew Olivia was holding a funeral for Uncle Wallace.

“Okay, I’ll arrange it after it’s over.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Olivia, please don’t give me any more trouble.”

Olivia took a moment to realize what Zac meant and could not help chuckling. “Okay. Got it, Mr. Quinton.”

After she hung up, Olivia took the small bottle of Uncle Wallace’s ashes out of her coat and sat on the edge of the bed in a trance.

Uncle Wallace, who doted on her, had died in front of her.

She could not save him, nor could she bury him as soon as possible. However, she also made him a bargaining chip, giving Dorothy opportunities again and again.

Uncle Wallace had been found, but all that remained was a tiny bottle ashes.

“Uncle Wallace, I’m sorry…”

Olivia clutched the bottle tightly as tears dropped on her hand.

Zyla walked in from outside. Seeing her cry, she thought something had happened again, so she quickly sat down and hugged her.

“Sis Liv, I’m always here for you if you’re tired.”

Olivia sniffed her nose and pressed her lips together. “Zy, come with me to buy an urn and choose a cemetery plot for Uncle Wallace’s funeral tomorrow.”

Zyla hugged Olivia and nodded. “Yes, okay. We’ve got to give Uncle Wallace a proper funeral.”

The next day, Olivia got up early, washed up, and changed into a black dress.

Looking at her flat stomach, she could not help but sigh.

‘Baby, is it hard to have a mom like me?’

It had been more than three months. If the baby had another mother, the belly would have been obvious, but it had been suffering for more than three months with her.

Then she touched her belly. “Baby, give me a little more time. Soon… You will soon be born safely,”

“If 1 survive until then.”

Olivia asked Zyla to take her to the police station first.

She wanted to meet Dorothy.