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

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Fred did not hurt his internal organs but had lost so much blood and hurt his bones that he was unconscious for a long time.

He was leaning against the head of the bed with pale lips. He almost got out of bed at the sight of Olivia's bandage on her arm.

"Liv, why are you hurt? Did Dorothy do this?"

Olivia shook her head. "I'm fine. Lie back and don't move. Be careful not to touch your wound."

Not wanting Olivia to worry, Fred could only lay there obediently.

Ken looked at the two. "I'm going to check the test report. You two can talk. N

Olivia glanced at his back suspiciously, feeling something strange.

"Liv, I suspect Dorothy set all this up."

Fred's words brought Olivia back to her senses. She sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "I've been meaning to ask you why you came to Ocean City. Did Dorothy trick you into coming here?" "No one answered when I called. I tracked you down to find out you've been in the hospital all along."

Fred paused and continued saying, "Just then, I got a phone call saying you were dying and asked Lyla to come back and see you one last time."

Olivia frowned. "No way. I never got a call from you."

"I was skeptical because there are plenty of such scams. So I checked the number and found it to be from the city hospital's emergency room. I had no problem calling from a different number too. "But I was still worried. I called Ken and Zac but couldn't get through."

Fred bit his lip like a child who had done something wrong. "Liv, I'm sorry. I was so worried that something had happened to you that I brought Lyla to Ocean City. I was also so worried that I might have overlooked something. That's why they found out about us."

Olivia patted his hand and shook her head, "You're not to blame. It's not your fault. Go on. What happened after you got off the plane?"

"I queued for a taxi after getting off the plane, so I didn't doubt the driver's identity."

Fred coughed slightly. "But I noticed something was wrong halfway because he was getting increasingly off the route that it didn't look like we were going downtown. I thought I could handle one driver. "I didn't realize there was a van behind me. As soon as I took care of the driver, a group of people rushed out of the van and dragged me off the car.

I was afraid they'll scare Lyla, so I covered her face..."

"Then they left you by the roadside and took Lyla away?"

Fred nodded. "Yeah, they knocked Lyla out, so I don't think Lyla saw anything gruesome."

With that said, he asked worriedly, "How is Lyla? Did you save her? Is she traumatized?"

"Yeah, I did. Don't worry. She's fine, physically and mentally."

Fred breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."

Olivia was distressed to see the wounds all over his body and the bruises on his face. She reached out to caress his swollen cheek.

"How did you find the bar?"

"They crushed my phone. I couldn't inform you, nor could I catch up with them. So I drove the taxi to the bar to try my luck. What if... What if you were there?"

Fred smiled. "Even if you weren't there, I could call the police somewhere, couldnt I?"

Seeing his smile, a hot tear fell on Fred's hand.

'He must have been in a lot of pain...'