199: Huan Huan: Aunt Zhang is definitely not simple! _3
Then, a sharp embroidery needle was thrust into Olivia Cooper's back.
It hurt.
It hurt a lot.
Olivia Cooper bit her lip tightly.
Not daring to make a sound.
Aunt Zhang, like a madwoman, crazily continued to prick embroidery needles into Olivia's back.
Wave after wave.
She was venting her anger.
Lamenting the injustice of fate.
Fate made her marry a gambling addict and prevented her from acknowledging her biological daughter!
She was right in front of her, yet as far away as the edge of the world.
She was filled with hatred!
Hating her own helplessness.
And hating that Olivia Cooper wasn't Viola Thompson.
If Viola Thompson and Olivia were the same person,
She would never let this vile girl have even the slightest chance to threaten Sylvia Thompson.
Unfortunately,
That wasn't the case.
The more she thought about it, the harder Aunt Zhang's hand became.
Olivia Cooper could only feel that her sight turned black, and she fainted just like that.