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Chapter 166
Zac looked at her worriedly. “You must be hungry. Let’s grab you something to eat before you go back.”
Just as he finished his sentence, he thought about Uncle Wallace’s corpse and immediately realized he
might have said the wrong thing. “If you have an appetite…”
Olivia turned over and forced a smile with tears in her eyes, “Sure. Let’s go eat. I’ll be fine.”
Zac was slightly taken aback. “Alright.”
Olivia raised her hand and wiped away her tears. “Are you wondering why I still have an appetite?”
“Yeah, I’m curious.”
“Didn’t you tell me that I’d need to eat more to gain the energy I needed to get revenge? So, I want to
eat. I want to survive and get my revenge!”
Zac was excited deep down, and he nodded. “It’s good that you remember. Don’t worry too much about
Uncle Wallace’s body. I have instructed my people to secretly send him back. By then, the coroner will
submit the evidence.”
Olivia fell into silence for a brief moment before she murmured, “Mr. Quinton, can we get Dorothy with
this?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer voice was extremely soft. It sounded as if she was pushing those words through the gaps of her
teeth.
“Liv, you should be mentally prepared for Dorothy to definitely find a new subject to plead guilty for the
crime. After all, she isn’t the one who got her hands dirty.”
She had been mentally prepared way before this, but it was still painful to hear the truth.
“I know.”
“But don’t worry too much, Liv. This will definitely cause a scene, and along with your mother’s issue, it
will definitely create trouble for Dorothy. There’s no way that one person can break the law with no slip-
ups whatsoever.”
Olivia laughed mockingly. “Then again, Mr. Quinton, despite the numerous slip-ups Dorothy has made,
Johnny still trusts her to be an angel, right?”
Hearing these words, in addition to being distressed, made other emotions creep
into Zac’s heart.
“Liv, Johnny… He’ll understand. Give him some more time if you still love him.”
Zac was really tempted to tell her to let him go and start over, but he was afraid that she might freak out,
so he just went along with it.
No matter how much she disliked him, there would still be love between them. That Zac was clear-
headed enough to know.
Olivia sniffed. “Mr. Quinton, let’s go get a barbeque dinner, shall we?”
“Alright.”
After they reached the shop, Olivia passed him her mother’s examination report. This is the copy of it,
but I feel like it’s too simple. It’ll be hard to open a case file with this.”
‘Father loves mother so much. How would he be willing to dig up her body for another round of
examination?”
In addition to that, the content of this report would just be the tip of the iceberg. It only examined her hair
and some parts of her skin.
After all, there were no obvious wounds on her mother’s body.
Zac skimmed through the report and nodded. “Indeed, it’s way too simple for an autopsy report, and it
has been more than ten years. Despite having evidence of the poison, it’s better to have witnesses.”
‘Witnesses…’
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAll of the maids were dismissed after the Larson family went bankrupt, and it would be difficult to find
them again now.
Besides, if Ben could work for Dorothy, it was hard to guarantee that the others had not done the same
too.
Zac noticed her hesitation. “Are you sure you want to reexamine your mother’s corpse?”
Olivia pursed her lips and kept quiet while digging her fingernails on the wooden table, making some
squeaking sounds.
At that moment, her phone rang.
She was shocked and subconsciously backed off a little before she calmed down and looked at her
phone.
It was John.
“Olivia, where are you?”
“Outside.”
“With who?”
“Mr. Freeman, are you spying on me?”