Olivia’s body trembled, and she could not breathe. She thought about struggling, but she felt disappointed and lost hope when she saw John’s cold gaze.
‘Forget it. That’s it.’
She was tired, and dying at John’s hands did not seem so bad.
John had saved her life. Dying in his hands meant she could return her debt to him.
Then, she slowly closed her eyes and no longer struggled. It was as though she was waiting for death.
The hand around her neck loosened, and John’s cold voice came. He was warning her.
“Olivia, I told you to be obedient. Why aren’t you listening to me?”
Olivia coughed violently, her lungs aching from lack of oxygen. She pressed her chest with her free hand and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
John was shocked. He did not expect Olivia to cough blood.
“Olivia, stop pretending!”
‘Pretend?’
‘Isn’t Dorothy the one who’s pretending?’
Olivia glanced at John and lifted her bloody hand. “Why don’t you test if this is my blood?”
John frowned and said coldly, “Olivia,
