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

Chapter 27

Olivia felt like her entire body was in agony. Her lungs,

her belly, her hands, and her knees hurt, and she felt so weak she did not know exactly where the pain started.

After being dragged by John for a few steps, her knees buckled and she crashed onto the floor on her knees.

Her red and swollen knees were already injured from kneeling too long on the rocks, so she crumbled abruptly and heavily onto the ground, the pain was excruciating. Olivia could not hold back her tears in pain, but she did not want to cry. She gritted her teeth tightly to stop herself from crying. She also did not cry out for John to

stop.

Then, John realized something was wrong and as he

looked back, he saw how stubborn and pained Olivia was, and his heart tugged with pain.

"Get up!" He ordered coldly.

"I can't."

"Olivia Larson, what is this show you're putting on? Are you a damsel in distress? Get up!"

John felt his temper rose. He yanked her arms harshly, not realizing that his action had caused blood to seep out from the dressings on her arms.

Zac was behind them, watching the scene unfold, contemplating if he should step up to stop John.

However, he felt like it was not his place to do it, until he saw Olivia kneel on the ground, with John dragging her even after that, he could not hold it in anymore. He marched forward, bent down and picked Olivia up from the ground, and said coldly, "Let go, John."

John was initially angry, but now he was furious.

Coldness surrounded him as he stared daggers at Zac, his lips pursed to form a thin line. "Zac Quinton, what are you doing? Are you fighting against me?" "John Freeman, you're disregarding human life. I can't bear to watch it any longer."

Olivia's body was trembling, she hid in Zac's embrace like a wounded little rabbit, and that sight pierced John's eyes painfully.

Unfaithful women would indeed do whatever they wanted!

"Let go of her, Zac Quinton!"

"No!"

John looked at Olivia icily and said, "Don't test my patience, Olivia."

Dolly was still waiting for emergency treatment, there was simply no time to waste.

Olivia was startled by John's glare and started trembling even more. She muttered, "Mr. Quinton, please let me go. I need to do a blood transfusion for Dorothy."

Zac was frustrated. He lowered his head and bellowed, " Aren't you aware of the state of your body right now? You, like this, and you want to do a blood transfusion for others?"

Olivia bit her lip, her lungs were cramping quickly and a gush of blood rose from her throat. She frowned as she swallowed it quickly, and coughed a few times because of it. Now, the taste of metal at the back of her throat was thicker than before.

She did not want to do a blood transfusion for Dorothy, but if John's eyes could kill, she would have already been

dead.

If she did not comply, she did not know if she would survive that night, or if her brother would remain safe.

All in all, she... It seemed like she still hoped for John to believe her, even if it was just wishful thinking.

"Let me go, Mr. Quinton."

Zac was so exasperated by her, but when he saw how adamant she was, he felt really helpless as he placed her back on the ground anyway.

As soon as Olivia's feet touched the ground, John scooped her up in his arms immediately and strode away.

Olivia's eyes were open, but tears began to flow down from the corner of her eyes.

Her heart hurt.

In the past, John would make a huge fuss with alcohol swabs, disinfectants, and band-aids even if she had accidentally pricked her finger sewing clothes. Even if it was just a tiny prick with a little bit of bleeding, he nearly sent her to the hospital because of that.

Now, however?

She had wounds all over her body, she was bleeding all over, and there he was, dragging her along to do a blood transfusion for his mistress.

What did she do wrong?

Perhaps, she was wrong to take Dorothy in as a sister, and she was wrong when she introduced Dorothy to John.

Maybe, she was wrong for still having feelings for this

man.

She was despicable indeed, right?

If she was not, why would she still reminisce about the past Johnny, even after he had tortured her like that? "Johnny, if I died, would you have any regrets?" Olivia asked, her voice hoarse.