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

Chapter 909

“Liv, I… I’m really fine. I’m strong. I will recover soon.”

Fred panicked and wiped her tears. “Liv, don’t cry. You’re also injured. You need to rest.’

Olivia snuffled and forced a smile. “I’m useless. All I do is cry.’

“Liv, don’t say that. You’re only worried about me.”

“You’re more sensible than the others. You make me seem a little ignorant.” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Olivia forced a smile. “What do you want to eat? I’ll ask Mrs. Simmons to prepare it for you.”

“I’m okay with anything. I’m not picky.”

Fred licked his dry lips. “Liv, what about Dorothy?”

The mention of Dorothy made Olivia furious.

It seemed that the person behind her was powerful.

They could put on such a show that Fred did not find anything unusual. They even arranged the taxi so accurately.

Dorothy could not have executed such a plan alone.

Besides, who found Fred’s phone number?

“Liv?”

Seeing that she was silent, Fred lowered his head and called her gently.

“It’s okay. Leave Dorothy to me. You should get well first.”

Scared that she would be impulsive, Fred grabbed her. “Liv, don’t be impulsive. You’re already hurt. You’re no match for Dorothy.”

Olivia sneered. “I owe my injury to her, but she’s not much better.” She was now a half-cripple with a broken leg and needed crutches.

Once she finished speaking, the culprit appeared at the door.

Dorothy entered the ward in a wheelchair, wheeling it somewhat unskillfully.

Seeing Fred, she sneered. “Wow. He’s still alive. I thought he was dead.’

Fred was agitated at the sight of her. He immediately tried to get out of bed, but Olivia stopped him.

“Fred, don’t move. Be careful not to hurt your wounds.”

“Liv, she’s here to provoke us again. I can’t stand her.”

“Stay out of it.’

Olivia stood up, looked down at Dorothy’s bandaged leg, and smiled icily,” Does your leg still hurt?”

With that said, she leaned over and pressed hard on the spot where Dorothy was injured with her left hand.

Blood soon soaked the gauze.

“Ah! Phoebe!”

Olivia grabbed her jaw. “Ms. Jameson, you’ve got to be careful with your other leg. Otherwise, you’ll lose both and be in a wheelchair forever.”

“You! Phoebe, don’t you dare!’

Olivia let go of her and said disdainfully, ’I was scared earlier, but I can do it now. Do you know why?”

Dorothy was stunned for a moment.

Olivia narrowed her eyes and gazed coldly at her. “Because you touched someone you shouldn’t have touched. I told you I wouldn’t go easy on whoever hurt my daughter. Dorothy, you gave me courage.”

“Who do you think you are?” Dorothy was a little scared but still stubbornly provoked her by saying, “You’re only a substitute. You don’t really think John and the rest like you, do you? Phoebe, don’t be ridiculous. Everyone is just helping the dead woman, not you.’

Looking at Dorothy, who thought she was smart, Olivia could not help sneering. “I didn’t say I asked them for help, did I?”

“You’ve failed twice in a row. What are you going to do next?”

“Are you going to send someone to kill me? Or are you going to kidnap someone?”

Dorothy’s heart clenched, suddenly finding herself unable to understand the woman in front of her.

Why did she look so weak when they first met but now looked so forceful and indifferent?

She even looked murderous…