Chapter 633

Olivia took some food calmly and said, “Of course.” Mrs. Simmons was startled. “Miss, are you serious? Mr. Quinton’s situation…” “Yes.” “Do you love Mr. Quinton, or is it just… because you want to return his favor?” Olivia glanced at her. “Is there any difference?” “Of course there is.” “Mrs. Simmons, four years ago, when I was the most down and out, he was with me during my vulnerable moments, even when I was in despair.” Olivia smiled. “When I was dying in prison, he took the risk to rescue me and send me to Murica. He gave me a house and helped me open an atelier. He supported my dream and looked after me. “Mrs. Simmons, if it was not for him, I would have died four years ago when John locked me up in the room.” Her eyes glistened with tears, and she smiled bitterly. “Mrs. Simmons, the man I loved, decided to give Dorothy, who was perfectly fine, the last bag of blood and leave me to die. “It was Zac who donated blood for me, and I survived because of him.” Olivia felt th