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

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Chapter 296

“Sis Liv, why don’t I tell you a story?”

Zyla snuffled and leaned on the bedside. She looked tearfully at Olivia, who was pale. “17 years ago, I

was kidnapped by human traffickers and taken to a dark house, where I met you.”

“You were only about ten years old at the time, but you forgot your fear and protected me repeatedly

when you saw me, who was younger than you.

“Remember? One time, they refused to feed me because I cried.

“You secretly hid half of your buns and slipped them to me after they left.

“Another time, you protected me when they were beating me up. You got injuries all over and were

forced to starve with me.”

Zyla was already sobbing at this point. She held Olivia’s hand and shouted repeatedly, “Sis Liv, please

wake up.

“You got me, Mr. Quinton, and your brother. You’ve got us. Stop sleeping, okay?”

After who knew how long, Zyla’s voice was already hoarse, but there was still no response from Olivia.

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Therefore, she shut up and only looked quietly at the person on the bed.

Zyla even made up her mind.

If Olivia became a vegetable, she would kill Dorothy, even if it meant going to jail.

With that in mind, she suddenly spoke up. “Sis Liv, aren’t you going to get revenge on Dorothy? Do you

want to grant her wish?”

Olivia thought she was in endless darkness when she suddenly heard a familiar

voice.

‘Who is it?’

She thought long and hard but could not remember. However, the voice kept ringing

in her ears like a curse.

‘Shut up! How noisy.’

She covered her ears to stop listening, but she heard it anyway.

‘I’m sleepy. I want to sleep. Stop talking, okay?’

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Suddenly she heard a name, and a sharp pain shot through her heart.

The next moment, dense needles seemed to be stabbing her head, giving her a splitting headache.

In the end, her whole body felt like tearing apart as the pain was interspersed with memories that made it

difficult for her to breathe.

After a moment of excruciating heartache, she suddenly remembered.

‘Yeah, I still haven’t gotten my revenge!

‘Dorothy’s not dead yet!’

Suddenly, everything was bright, and she heard a familiar voice. She turned her head and saw Zyla

looking worried.

The doctor soon surrounded her, talking about something. Then she fell asleep again.

It was already noon the next day when she woke up again.

Olivia’s head felt groggy. Her hand subconsciously felt her belly when she felt a pang in her heart, and

she froze.

Zyla turned around to see her awake. She immediately ran over and asked if she was okay.

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“Sis Liv, are you awake? Are you okay? Would you like some water? Are you hungry?”

Although she was not pregnant for long and did not have an obvious baby bump, she was already

familiar with the slight bump in her belly. It was because she would go to sleep every day touching it.

However, where her hand rested was flat and even a little indented.

“Zy.” Her eyes widened as her voice was hoarse and desperate. “Where’s my baby?”

Zyla dared not look at her. She looked away, pressed her lips together, and said, “Sis Liv, drink some

water to soothe your throat.”

With that said, she turned around to pour water, but Olivia suddenly grabbed her hand.

“Where’s the baby?” Olivia endured the pain as she got up. Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes as

her pale lips said shakily, “Is it gone?”

Zyla threw back her head to hold back her tears as she turned around to hold her

hand. “Yeah.”

Olivia knew she was already lucky she did not die after falling from more than 20 floors. There was no

way the baby could survive.

However…

Even so, she could not accept it.

Then she blacked out again.

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