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

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 155

Olivia felt a little cold after she got out of the bus, so she pulled her clothes closer to her.

Since she was drenched in the rain, her clothes were damp. Whenever there was a wind, she would shiver.

She had only come to Uncle Wallace’s hometown once before, so she did not know the way around, especially at night time.

She walked for a long time alone in the rain before she found his house.

The lights were still on inside, so she lifted her hand to knock on the door.

A voice asked from inside, “Who is it?”

“Mrs. Simmons, it’s me, Olivia.”

After more than ten seconds, the person inside registered what was going on. She quickly opened the door and pulled Olivia inside. Then, she poked her head out to look around before slamming the door shut.

Olivia was curious. “What’s wrong, Mrs. Simmons?”

Mrs. Simmons reached out to touch Olivia’s clothes. “Miss, I’ll boil some water for you. You should take a shower and change out of your wet clothes. They aren’t good for your body.”

Olivia’s heart softened, and she held Mrs. Simmons as she cried. “Mrs. Simmons, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“Miss, what nonsense are you talking about?”

Mrs. Simmons patted her back and comforted her. “The old man told me you’d come here before he died. He told me to wait here. I didn’t expect you to come.”

After she said that, she looked at Olivia for a long while before saying through tears,” Miss, you’ve lost so much weight.”

“I’m sorry… It’s all my fault that Uncle Wallace died…”

Olivia knelt in front of Mrs. Simmons. “I’m sorry. I still haven’t been able to find his body until today. I’m so useless.”

Mrs. Simmons also knelt on the ground and held her. “Miss, get up. Don’t do this, please. I don’t deserve this.”

“Mrs. Simmons, I’m not who I was anymore. My home is gone, my father is dead, and Uncle Wallace is also dead. Mrs. Simmons, don’t call me Miss anymore. Can you call me Liv, please?”

Olivia was crying so much that she could not get the words out. She leaned her head against Mrs. Simmons’s chest. “It’s been so long since someone called me Liv.”

Mrs. Simmons’s heart broke for Olivia. When she saw how sad Olivia was and recalled Uncle Wallace’s death, she naturally knew how horrible Olivia’s situation was. “Mi-… Liv, honey, go take a bath. I’ll wash you like I did when you were a kid.”

Mrs. Simmons had also been a maid for the Larson family. Back then, she was Ms. Pohler.

However, aside from Olivia and Hans, no one knew Uncle Wallace and Ms. Pohler were a family.

“Ms. Pohler, I…”

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“Alright. Good girl. Take a bath first. Later, I’ll make you your favorite steamed eggs.

Olivia nuzzled against Mrs. Simmons like a kitten. “Okay.”

As she bathed Olivia, she noticed the injuries all over her. Some of them were bruises, and some of them were wounds from scratches.

She touched them softly, tears rolling down her cheeks immediately. “Miss, you’ve suffered so much over these years. Mr. Freeman is so cruel. How could he do this to you?”

Olivia finally remembered the injuries she had on her. She was slightly dazed before she moved to hide in the water. Then, she forced a smile and said, “It’s fine, Mrs. Simmons. They don’t hurt anymore.”

‘They don’t hurt anymore…

‘That must mean they hurt a lot back then.”

Olivia felt very aggrieved when she saw how distressed Mrs. Simmons was. Then, she leaned her head against her body and started crying.

Olivia was still crying after the bath and as she ate the eggs.

She did not remember how much she cried these days. However, she felt as if she was crying all the tears she had saved up for twenty-plus years.

After some time, she finally stopped. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

Mrs. Simmons got a heat pack for her. “Miss, the old man kept another copy of the

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