Chapter 50 Sophia had thought she could tolerate another manâs touch after Jason, but at this moment, she realized how naive sheâd screamed at her to choose death over submission.
been. Her ni Her principles âAnyway, Iâve already set everything up. Once Luna gets the evidence of Adaâs crimes from the private investigator, sheâll certainly hand it over to Jason immediately. She despises Jason; sheâd do anything that could cause him pain.
With Luna handling what comes next, I can leave this world without regret. The torture of body and soul is too much.
Forgive my weakness, but I canât bear the pain any longer. I yearn for the release that comes with death, she thought.
More blood trickled from the corner of Sophiaâs mouth as she closed her eyes, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. Jason, loving you is too painful, too much to bear. I never want to meet you again in my next life, she silently said.
George, detecting the pungent scent of blood, paused abruptly and turned to check on her. The sight of bright red startled him.
âDamn, you tried to bite your tongue off. His eyes widened in shock.
At that moment, the door burst open as two figures charged in. âSophia!â Oliver and Luna exclaimed in unison.
Oliver grabbed George, who was still pressing on Sophia, and punched him in the face.
Caught off guard, George attempted to retaliate but faltered as he recognized who it was. âMr. Clark, what brings you here?â His voice trembled as he met Oliverâs cold gaze.
Oliver, gripping Georgeâs collar, demanded, âIs this how you handle negotiations for the Watson Group in Cester City?â
After a moment of shock, George regained his usual sullen demeanor and violently shook off Oliverâs arm, sneering. âYouâre just a pathetic worm raised by the Watson family of Clumond City, but Iâm the vice president of Watson Groupâs Eekeind and Greland divisions. Youâre in no position to lecture me Oliverâs gaze briefly swept over Sophia, battered and bruised on the floor, his expression turning stern.
âTruc, Iâm not in a position to lecture you, but I can ensure Mr. Watson hears of your actions. You know well enough he loathes such filthy deeds, he said to George.
Upon hearing this, George clenched his fists. He was well aware that the most trusted person by Roger, the head of the Watson Group, wasnât his relatives but Oliver, the adopted son he had raised from childhood. To clash headâon with Oliver would be to shoot himself in the foot.
âYouâre just embarrassing yourself with this act, Mr. Clark George leaned in close to whisper. âDonât forget, it was your taunts that led Jason to hand his wife over to me. When it comes to being filthy, weâre cut from the same cloth Oliverâs cyes shut tight as he spat out through gritted teeth, âGet lost.â
George chuckled coldly, his gaze lingering on Sophiaâs pale face with an ominous gleam in his eyes. Til have my chance with her someday, he mused After George left the room, Oliver quickly crouched beside Sophia. Seeing the continuous bleeding from her mouth, he said sternly, âShe bit her tongue. We need to get her to the hospitalâ
Luna, cradling Sophia in her arms, cried out, âFoolish girl, have you no dignity? All this for a scumbagâis it worth it?â
Barely conscious, Sophia struggled to open her eyes at the sound of her friendâs voice. âLuna, donât be afraid. Iâll be okay. But as she spoke, more blood poured out of her mouth Oliver didnât hesitate. He scooped Sophia up in his arms and rushed outside the room.
Just outside, Jason arrived in a hurry. go of her.