Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife novel Chapter 499

Chapter 499

John stopped but did not look back. He only replied indifferently, “No.”

He knew she did not want to see him.

Maybe it would be worse if he stayed.

Ken snorted coldly as he looked at his back.

The man was the same-always so self-centered and self-righteous.

He would never have come if John had not said Olivia was sick and needed care.

The sight of John reminded him of Zyla’s tragic death.

He told Olivia he was sure John had nothing to do with it.

However, how could he really think he had nothing to do with it?

He just hated himself more than he hated John.

Looking at Olivia sleeping peacefully in bed, he sighed.

People were always confused yet sober. He spoke as if he had seen through everything, but why were they tangled with each other?

However, Ken also understood Olivia just as he understood Zyla.

She was gone, but he could not move on.

Soon after, he got a phone call, and his expression changed instantly.

“Are you sure?”

It was unknown what the other party had said. He spoke sternly and urgently, “I see. I’m coming.”

After getting off the phone, he immediately called John but could not get through. He could only call Wes, explain the situation, and ask him to come over and take care of Olivia. Then he texted John, left any medication they might need, and left.

It was two hours later when John saw the text. He immediately got in the car and returned to the apartment.

However, as soon as he entered the apartment, he saw Wes standing next to the bed, trying to give Olivia an injection.

He hurried forward and slapped away the syringe. “Wes, what are you doing?”

Wes was shocked, his legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees.

“Sir, you misunderstood…”

He sighed and began to help her change her clothes, but Olivia kept her hands and feet busy even though she was limp from the fever.

“Don’t touch me!”

With that said, Olivia punched him in the chest.

Then she began to cry again. Her legs kicked helplessly, “Johnny, I’m carrying your baby. Watch out. You’ll hurt the baby…”

‘The baby…

John relented and reached out to wipe her tears, comforting softly, “You’re confused from the fever.”

After helping her undress, John wiped her sweat with a hot towel. He wiped her entire body before covering her with the blanket again.

However, he was afraid that she would wet the blanket with sweat, so he could only find one of his clothes from the closet and put it on her. He also put a towel behind her.

Then he prepared to give her another fever-reducing injection.

However, just as he grabbed her arm, she grabbed his hand.

“Johnny, we lost our baby… Give him back to me!”