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Chapter 840
It was unknown whether he was afraid of her hating him to the core, but John woke up. His half-closed eyes were
covered by his wet lashes. His voice was hoarse and a little sarcastic. "Olivia, are you... taking this opportunity to
vent your anger?"
Olivia breathed a sigh of relief at the voice. "Why are you pretending to be dead when you're not even dead? Did
you learn it from Dorothy?"
’I learned it from you."
’Me?"
John smirked. "Yeah, I learned to play dead... from you."
When Olivia realized the man was insinuating her fake death, she became furious instantly. "Take a taxi home since
you’re in good spirits."
With that said, she got up to leave.
John grabbed her hand. "Liv, I feel so bad... Don't leave me. Hmm?”
Olivia pretended to be heartless, so she relented when John begged her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSam and Mrs. Simmons happened to run out. Together, they brought John back to the room.
’Mrs. Simmons, help me get him into the bathroom."
The man was so wet that they could not keep his clothes. They could only warm him up in a hot bath and see if he
caught a cold later.
’Sam, call Mr. Lucas and ask him to come over."
’Yeah, okay.’
After getting John into the bathtub, Mrs. Simmons went out, leaving Olivia and John alone.
’Are you still awake? Take off your clothes and run the bath. The towel's here. You can dry yourself later. Call me
when you're done."
Olivia was about to leave when John grabbed her and muttered. 'I don't have the strength. Help me..."
’John, do I look like I will help you? If you cant do it yourself, sleep in the bathtub and wait for Ken to help you."
With that said, she shook off his hand and walked out.
She happened to run into Sam in the hallway.
’Godmother, Mr. Lucas says he has an operation later and can't come over until it's done. He wants you to check
the wound and take his temperature and so on..."
Olivia handed Sam the thermometer. "You can do it. Undress him and let him take a bath too."
"Huh? Me?’
’Go to bed if you don't want to do it."
Sam glanced at Olivia and nodded. "I'm on my way."
He was not worried about John. He knew Godmother cared about Godfather.
Consider it a favor for Godmother.
Half an hour later, Sam ran out with his head full of sweat. ’ He took a bath, but he feels a little feverish. Should we
take him out?"
’How many degrees?"
’It's 38 now. It'll probably increase again.”
’Bathe him. Call me if you can't dry him. I'll get the medicine. •
’Yeah, okay.’
Sam was obedient. He went back into the bathroom without a word of complaint.
Olivia ran to the living room, found the first-aid kit, took out the medicine she needed, and sent Ken another
message.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOlivia: (He has a fever.)
Once she prepared all this, Sam ran out and called her for help.
John was basically unconscious now. He was leaning against the tub when Olivia got in. She reached over to pull him
up, only to find his skin was burning hot.
He seemed to have caught a fever.
Olivia cursed inwardly as she helped wipe him dry.
'D*mn it. I have to take care of him after all. Why?'
She wanted to throw him out and leave him to die.
However, she saw the knife scars on his chest and gunshot wounds to his shoulder and abdomen when she looked
down. Looking down further, she saw a disfigured patch of skin on his ankle.
Olivia's heart quivered as she felt tightness in her chest.
'Did he wound himself when shielding me from the acid in Murica?'
Looking all over, he had more than ten scars of various sizes.
All ten of them seemed to be related to her...
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