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

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Chapter 164

Olivia could not give up on finding the truth, and she could not give up on looking for Uncle Wallace.

After three hours of driving, Zac and Olivia finally arrived at their destination.

Initially, Olivia thought that they would be at a police station. She did not think that they would end up at a

funeral parlor.

Olivia paused. “A funeral parlor?”

“His body was thrown into the river and had flown downstream until it reached here. Then, the body was

retrieved by the team designated to fish out bodies.

“Initially, it was supposed to go to the police station, but since no one came to claim the body, and they

could not find any information, they had sent it to the funeral parlor and it was supposed to get

cremated.”

Olivia pursed her lips. She got out of the car with a grave expression.

Uncle Wallace’s body had been in the river for such a long time. He must be so cold and in so much

pain.

The kind, loving face of Uncle Wallace appeared in Olivia’s mind, and the last phone conversation they

had started playing in her head. If only…

Olivia clenched her fist tight, bit her lips, and tried her best to not tear, but her tears

were uncontrollable.

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Zac saw how much Olivia was in distress and knew that she was hurting inside. He asked her gently,

“His body had been in the water for too long, causing it to be extremely bloated and beyond the means of

recognition. Are you sure you want to see it?”

Zac was a lawyer. Even if he was not often involved in criminal cases, he had seen his fair share of

disfigured corpses, especially those that had been in the water. They were almost like bloated buns, and

it was usually hard for ordinary people to accept

what they saw.

Olivia swallowed her saliva and nodded. “Yes. I need to see it for myself if that’s really Uncle Wallace.”

Uncle Wallace was injured. Olivia remembered how Uncle Wallace was lying in a pool of blood back in

the West York Village. There were knife wounds on him.

She could not let Uncle Wallace disappear without a trace. She could not let him die

without a cause just like that.

However, every step she took in the direction of the parlor was abnormally heavy.

Zac brought Olivia into the funeral parlor and headed towards the innermost room. The staff there pulled

out a fridge and there was something underneath the white cloth on the drawer he pulled out.

“This is the one, Mr. Quinton.”

Zac nodded. “Okay, please excuse us.”

“Okay.”

Olivia felt like she had fallen into an icy cavern. It was cold and chilly everywhere, and she had chills

down her spine.

She walked towards the fridge drawer, and as she looked at the bulging white cloth, she reached out with

trembling hands. Before she could touch the cloth, she jerked and retracted her hand immediately.

She was afraid…

She was afraid of seeing Uncle Wallace’s condition with her very own eyes.

Uncle Wallace was a good man all his life, but because of her, he ended up at such a

state.

How could she even begin to accept that fact?

“Would you rather… Have me do it instead?”

Olivia shook her head. “I’ll do it. I can do this.”

She carefully lifted the white cloth, but the moment the white cloth was removed, she turned her head

away and closed her eyes.

After a minute, she finally turned her head around to look.

The body was extremely bloated from being in the river for too long, just as Zac had said. It was pale

without a trace of blood.

When Olivia lifted up the cloth, it was the part that covered the body’s feet, but she had gotten a clear

view.

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The body had two moles on top of his right foot, just like Uncle Wallace’s.

Olivia trembled as she continue uncovering more of the white cloth. She saw that there was a scar on

the body’s calf.

Even after being in the water, and even if it was extremely bloated, that long scar was

still painfully clear.

Olivia’s legs gave way and she nearly fell onto the ground if it were not for Zac, who had caught her at

just the right time.

“Is it him?”

Olivia’s ashen lips trembled. She did not speak for a very long time, but her tears cascaded down her

cheeks.

She did not wail, but Zac could feel that her entire body was shaking.

That scar came from when Olivia was seven years old. She was playful and had climbed onto a tree

when her parents were not home to catch some crickets. Unfortunately, she lost her balance and fell

down from the tree.

Uncle Wallace threw aside whatever he was working on and pounced in her direction

in order to save her.

However, since it was so sudden, he did not notice the flower pot that was at his feet and when he

caught Olivia, his foot stepped onto the pot and it shattered. Pottery shrapnels sliced through his calf and

there was a long, gaping wound that was overflowing with blood.

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