Chapter 491
Back at the hotel, Olivia huddled in the bathtub with her arms around her knees, looking blankly at the floor.
'What should I do?
'Take Lyla and leave Murica?
"What about the atelier?'
The atelier was her and Jennie's brainchild. They attracted every client and created every design.
They even designed the chairs and tables in the atelier...
Besides, how would Lyla adjust to being kidnapped and now having to change cities at her age?
She would have fled without a word if she had been alone, but she could not even run away
now.
She had no idea what John was thinking or if he recognized her.
However, she knew the closer he got, the more dangerous it was.
Therefore, it was better if she left.
Therefore, she took out her phone to book a flight, but her hands were shaking. She lost. her grip and dropped her phone into the bathtub.
She scrambled to pick it up and nudged a tap on the side.
The cold water poured down from the top, chilling her heart and clearing her mind.
She could not leave.
She would expose herself if she left.
Olivia leaned weakly against the bathtub. Unable to leave, she had to keep playing Phoebe.
Suddenly, she began to cough violently.
Enduring the pain, she got out of the cold water and quickly turned on the hot water. Then she took off her sodden clothes and threw them aside until the water temperature was just right before sitting in the bathtub again.
After ten minutes of soaking, she finally felt warm and comfortable.
She had an operation four years ago but could not cure her lung cancer.
According to what the doctor said, she was merely surviving.
How long she could survive was up to fate.
After a hot bath, Olivia climbed into bed.
She was tired and had no appetite, so she just went to sleep.
In the middle of the night, her phone rang suddenly.
She answered the phone in a daze and heard someone on the other line saying, "Ms. James, I'm a nurse at the city hospital. We just found Mr. Freeman with a stash of alcohol in his room. We went to get it, yet he yelled at us.
"You know sick people aren't supposed to drink, especially in a hospital. So..."
Olivia was speechless. She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. There was a long silence before she spoke.
"So what? Is he drunk?"
"Not yet. We can't control him, so we'd like you to come and check on him, Ms. James. What if something goes wrong?"
After a long pause, the nurse called her again without waiting for Olivia's reply. "Ms. James, are you listening?"
Confused and anxious, the nurse could only ask, "So will you come over, Ms. James?"
Olivia gave a cold reply and said no more.
"No."
With that said, she hung up the phone, threw it aside, and pulled the covers over her head. However, she was not at all sleepy after closing her eyes for a long time. She was somehow irritated, tossing and turning in bed.
'What does this man really want?
'Why won't he stop when he's already injured and hospitalized?'
Less than half an hour later, her phone rang again.
Thinking it was still the nurse, she answered the phone and said impatiently, "I said I'm not going. Stop calling."
"I want to see you."
Olivia froze. After a pause, she said coldly, "I don't want to see you. I want to sleep."
The other party was silent for a while. Their hoarse voice was lonely.
"I'll wait for you until you come."
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