Dorothy was a little annoyed.
If not for Zac’s presence, she would have taught Olivia a lesson. She would have made sure she knew who ran this house.
However, Zac was around, and he was John’s best friend. Zac might suspect her if she showed him her mean side, so she had to be careful.
Olivia walked down the stairs with her brows furrowed. She looked at Zac worriedly. “Mr. Quinton, why are you listening to Liv’s requests?
“Liv is ill and always overthinking. You shouldn’t encourage her to run around or bring her back her. It’s bad for her health.”
‘What a hypocrite!’ Olivia thought.
Despite her injuries, she limped toward Dorothy. She grabbed Dorothy’s neck and asked her again.
“Where is Uncle Wallace? Give him back to me!
“Dorothy, I’ll kill you if you refuse to tell me!”
Dorothy’s face flushed red, and she tried to ask Zac for help. She struggled and kicked her legs as though she was going to suffocate.
Zac looked at Dorothy coldly, but after a few seconds, he tried to pull
