Chapter 215
“You’re going against your word, Dorothy Ellis!”
“I’m not the one that went against my word. You’re the one that promised me two things, but as of right
now, only one of those things are done.”
Dorothy kept the divorce agreement in her bag and glared at Olivia. “Besides that, you’ve been
provoking me recently, and Olivia Larson, my patience has its limits.”
Right there and then, Olivia frowned and looked toward the door. “What do you want?”
Dorothy took a video camera out of her bag, switched it on, and pointed it at Olivia. “I want you to
confess your sins, right here and right now!”
“What?”
“Record this video, and I’ll tell you where that wretched old man’s body is. If not, you’ll never find it.
Ever!”
“Dorothy Ellis!”
Olivia shot to her feet and glared coldly at Dorothy like she would love to devour her immediately if she
could.
Dorothy refused to back down and slapped Olivia, causing her to fall onto the couch. With a twisted-up
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtface, Dorothy shrieked, “Know your place, b*tch!”
Immediately after that, Dorothy yanked Olivia’s head back by her hair.
“Ahhh!” Olivia screamed in pain.
Then, Dorothy flung her away and snickered. “Forget it. It’ll dirty my hand if I beat you up. Do you know
that Johnny’s been with me every night since you went away?
“Every night, he holds me and kisses me. You lost a long time ago, Olivia Larson.”
Even if Olivia had seen it coming, her heart still ached suddenly.
She had definitely lost when it came to John Freeman.
That was why she could not lose Uncle Wallace this time. Thus…
She held in her tears with her fingernails digging into her skin. She looked up at Dorothy and spat
through gritted teeth. “Hah, he’s merely a man I used! Just take him if you like him so much. You two are
truly a match made in heaven since you’re a
b*tch and he’s a b*stard!”
“You!”
Dorothy lifted her hands and was about to slap her, but Olivia caught Dorothy’s hand
in midair.
She pushed Dorothy away hard and snarked coldly. “Don’t you want me to record this confession video?
Hurry up and set the camera up!”
Hilarious.
It was hilarious that she had to ‘confess’ that she had killed Uncle Wallace in front of his actual murderer.
However, she had no other choice.
Dorothy set the camera up. “B*tch, don’t play any games. I’m warning you.”
Olivia did not even want to look at her. Her bloodshot eyes stared straight at the camera, and she took a
deep breath.
“My name is Olivia Larson, and this is my confession video. About a month and a half ago, I killed
someone in the West Village.
“His name was Wallace Simmons, and he used to be a butler at the Larson Residence.”
The moment she finished that sentence, Olivia could no longer hold her tears back.
She sniffled and continued. “The reason I had to kill him was really simple. He found out some things
that he shouldn’t have, so he had to die.
“I… I invited him to that abandoned warehouse where stabbed his heart with a knife…”
She raised her hands to wipe her tears away. “Then, he died. To avoid suspicion, I set up the warehouse
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmon fire.”
Olivia could not continue with any more.
Uncle Wallace did not die of a knife wound to the heart. He had died so gruesomely, and he still had to
go through all of these things even after he was dead.
Poor Uncle Wallace had not done nothing.
If only he had not come to Ocean City. Then, he would still be alive.
When Olivia thought of that, she covered her face and wept.
Dorothy felt like everything had gone about right, so she kept the camera smugly.” Good work, Olivia
Larson.”
Olivia looked at her with red-rimmed eyes. “Uncle Wallace…”
Alas, Dorothy smiled and said, “Sadly, it’s unfortunate that I don’t feel like telling you anything now. We’ll
see when my mood improves.”
“What?!”
Olivia shot up to her feet and leaped at Dorothy. She wanted to beat her up, but she fell onto the couch
again because her lungs were acting up. All she could do was watch her walk away.
Damn it!
She really wanted to kill Dorothy right there and then if she could!