As she was about to leave, Sophia felt a gust of wind blow past her, prompting her to glance towards the balcony.
Hadnt she shut the balcony door tight? Why was there now a sliver of an opening?
âMarcus, why is the balcony door open again?â She asked as a hint of suspicion crept into her eyes.
Marcus paused and glanced towards the balcony. âThe room felt stuffy, so I cracked the door open for some fresh air.â
Sophia looked at Marcus. âYouâre sick. You shouldnât be catching a draft. You should close it.â
Marcus nodded. âI will in a bit. You go ahead.â
Sophia didnât say anything more. Her gaze lingered on the balcony door before she turned to leave.
After Sophia left, Marcus closed the room door and then glanced towards the balcony.
It was silent. The little lady was gone, He then lowered his gaze to his open palm, where two pills that he hadnât actually swallowed lay.
Sophia seemed to have noticed something. He should warn her to avoid visiting him unless necessary.
Although he did enjoy seeing her.
He had no memories of her, but seeing her improved his mood.
Sophia left her suite and headed to her fatherâs. A nagging feeling about Marcusâ balcony door persistently weighed on her mind.
Marcus had also locked the door to his room. He was acting suspicious.
As soon as she arrived at her fatherâs suite, Bertha was there with a plate of fruit. âSophia, would you like some fruit?â She asked gently. Sophia looked at the fruit plate and rolled her eyes at Bertha without uttering a word, heading inside to find her father.
Bertha was a bit helpless, but she was used to Sophiaâs rejection.
While Bertha didnât mind, her young daughter Lea did.
After seeing her mother being ignored by Sophia, Lea crossed her arms and said, âMom, sheâs so rude!
Donât bother with her next time!â
Bertha looked at her daughter. âLea, whatever your sister does, itâs directed at me, not you. Donât let my issues with your sister affect you. Understand?â
Lea wasnât happy with her motherâs submissive attitude. âWhoâs got issues with her? I wouldnât stoop to her level.â
Bertha frowned. âWhat do you mean by that? What kind of person is your sister?â
Lea snorted. âWe all know what kind of person she is. To get a man who doesnât love her, she would do whatever it takes. She even ruined his life and broke up his family to satisfy her desires. I canât mess with such a frightening woman. Iâm afraid she might ruin my life next.â
Bertha knew that what her daughter said was true. Her face fell; she was feeling very conflicted.
Sophia was the person her husband cared about the most. His peace of mind relied on Sophiaâs happiness.
And she, being deeply in love with Thaddeus, also wanted him to be happy and at peace.
Sophiaâs actions were indeed excessive. She ruined a perfectly good family. But it was already done, and neither she nor Lea could change anything about that.
All they could do was silently pray for Marcusâ old girlfriend, hoping that she could find happiness again.