When John walked past Olivia’s room, he stopped in his tracks. He wanted to knock on the door. After a long while, he drew his hand back.
He walked down the stairs and left in his car.
John was confused. he kept thinking about how Olivia was before everything happened.
Olivia did not like to cry. Even if her hands were bleeding, she would only frown.
However, Dorothy loved to cry. She always looked wronged and pitiful. At first, she made him feel sorry for her, but after a while, he became annoyed with it.
However, Dorothy was the one who had accompanied him through painful days. She even donated a kidney to save him. He would never forget her kindness.
As for Olivia…
The thought made his blood boil in anger, and he subconsciously pressed down the accelerator harder.
He drove to the bar and dialed Zac’s number.
“Come and drink with me.”
Zac was still outside Cliffside Villa. He looked at the second floor and sighed. “Which bar? I’ll be there soon.”
“The old place.”
“Okay.”
