Chapter 204

Sophia White’s eyes landed on him for a moment and he seemed to feel her gaze as he raised his head to look towards her direction.

Their eyes met each other. Charles Harris’ brows frowned subtly while Sophia White turned her gaze away with a stoic expression.

“What’s wrong?” Victor Hemingway turned back towards her with the question when he saw she did not keep up.

Sophia White’s lips curved downwards slightly as she replied lightly, “Nothing.”

She walked forward towards him after replying.

Clara Robertson looked Sophia White up and down, blinking, “You don’t look so good. Are you sick?”

“I’m fine. I’m just feeling tired from walking a little too much,” the elevator doors opened at the moment and Sophia White walked in.

Clara Robertson waved for her to exit with a bewildered look, “This elevator is going up. What do you need from upstairs?”

“I must have looked at it wrong, I thought it was going down,” Sophia White answered a little distractedly as she walked out of the elevator.

Four of them went their separate ways after exiting the elevator. Zachary Johnson and Clara Robertson returned to the law firm together while Sophia White went to the hospital with Victor Hemingway.

Victor Hemingway started the engine when they got into the car and started to hint at something. “I heard my colleagues talking about how Miss White is suffering from quite a number of old illnesses. Besides not taking your meals on time and staying long-term at a humid location, your emotions play a big role as well.”

“Dr. Hemingway has previously emphasized the issue of emotions to me,” Sophia White was looking out the window with a slight empty look in her eyes as she replied.

Victor Hemingway turned the steering wheel and the car moved into the left lane. “It’s easy to treat a physical wound, but difficult to treat an emotional one. Miss White, if there’s something weighing on your mind, do feel free to share. If there’s no one suitable for you to talk to, then write it down. It might make you feel better.”

“Thank you for the suggestion, Dr. Hemingway,” Sophia White rubbed the ache between her brows as she replied a little distractedly.

She had not been able to sleep yesterday night after moving to a new place. When she had finally drifted off past midnight, she started to have continuous nightmares like before.

Victor Hemingway looked to the front and focused on his driving when he saw that she was not in the mood for a conversation.

When they arrived at the hospital, Victor Hemingway conducted a full check-up for Sophia White’s leg. “Your condition isn’t that bad. I’ll give you another acupuncture treatment today. You’ll need to take care with rest during this time and come see me again at the hospital after a week.”

Sophia White nodded. Her mind was filled with the picture of that stunning beauty almost falling into Charles Harris’ arms. She frowned.

“How did it feel after the acupuncture the last time?” Victor Hemingway asked after inserting the needles.

Sophia White, “It ached and had no strength, but recovered the next day.”

Victor Hemingway nodded and took out his phone, glancing at it. “Okay. I’ll remove the needles after an hour. Something has just cropped up and I need to leave for a while. I’ll be back soon.”

“Feel free to do so, Dr. Hemingway,” Sophia White said.

Victor Hemingway gave her a few more instructions and opened the door to leave.

It was not long before he left when someone knocked on the office door. Sophia White pursed her lips and said, “Come in.”

The door opened and an old lady with a full head of white hair, but filled with charisma, walked in.

“Are you looking for Dr. Hemingway? He’s currently...” Sophia White swallowed the word “not’ when she saw Master Harris behind the old lady.

They must be here especially to see her.

Master Harris was a powerful man of high position. Sophia White had only met him a few times, but she had a deep impression of him. This was a selfish and domineering old man. His words were final and no one was allowed to go against him.

Master Harris had on a hospital dress and did not look too well. Despite that, he still had an intimidating aura about him that was difficult to ignore.

“I hope Master Harris would forgive me for not being able to get off the bed as my legs have needles in them,” all small and big matters of Harris Corporation may be managed by the president, Charles Harris, but the real master behind Harris Corporation was still the chairman, Master Harris.

Master Harris looked her up and down. “You didn’t waste your time in prison. You’ve matured.”

She wondered if this was a compliment or sarcasm.

Sophia White lowered her eyes and did not say a word. She clenched her hands tightly in a fist, her fingernails cutting into her palms. It hurt a little.

“Don’t be nervous. Our Master Harris just wants to ask you a few questions,” the old lady said slowly at the side.

Sophia White nodded slightly and remained silent, but her back was tight with stress.

“Are you with Charles now?” Master Harris pulled out a chair and sat down, his eyes gazed steadily on her, as if he was about to burn two holes onto her.

A look of sarcasm flashed quickly in Sophia White’s eyes. Her fingers gripped onto the bedsheet under her as she replied quietly, “I believe you’ve already done your investigation on this. Why are you asking me about it again?”

Master Harris grunted in dissatisfaction, “Not only your parents, but even your grandparents would never dare to treat me with such an attitude! Just answer honestly with any questions I ask you. There’s no need for pointless words, nor do I have time for such nonsense!”

Sophia White’s hands gripped tighter on the sheets as she took a deep breath to answer, “If being forced to be with him is considered as being with him as you described, then, we are together.”

Master Harris retorted unhappily, “Charles will be getting engaged to Leah Jones and you can’t continue staying in B City! Prepare yourself. I’ll arrange for someone to see you off!”

Sophia White raised her head at this, her eyelashes trembling slightly. “It’s not that I won’t leave, but I have two conditions.”

“Are you trying to negotiate with me?!” Master Harris’ voice was shriller than before.

The old lady got up and rubbed his back, saying, “This lady is quite pitiful. If she has two conditions, then let’s just relent. Don’t get angry over the younger generation.”

Master Harris gave a heavy-hearted grunt as he gave Sophia White a side-glance. “Let’s hear it.”

“Charles Harris was threatening me with my brother, sister-in-law, and their children. I’m willing to leave, but you have to guarantee their safety. That’s the first condition,” Sophia White’s back was already wet with cold sweat.

Master Harris frowned. He looked unhappy, but did not say anything.

“The second condition should not be an issue for you as well,” Sophia White wiped the sweat off her forehead.

Master Harris sneered, “Should I agree to them just because it’s no issue for me?”

“I’d like to attend Master Lewis’ wedding before I leave,” Sophia White’s limbs felt powerless as she lowered her head. She pretended not to notice the unhappiness in Master Harris’ words.

Master Harris grunted and did not say a word. The silence in the office was so overbearing that the atmosphere felt pressurizing.

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Chapter 203 Do You Know What I Like Most About You Sophia White licked her dried lips. Her face was ghostly pale as sweat continued beading, dripping down from her chin onto her clothes and the floor.

“I’ll get someone to pick you up at six o’clock on the day of the wedding!” Master Harris said with a dark look on his face as he got up and left.

The old lady glanced at Sophia White, who looked terrible, and gave a mysterious sigh as she followed behind Master Harris and left.

It was only when the door closed that Sophia White was able to relax completely. She collapsed weakly onto the hospital bed. Her clothes were so wet, it was as if she had just been scooped up from the water.

Even though she looked like a mess, but a small curve slowly formed on her lips. A smile shone through her eyes.

It felt good to leave Charles Harris!

Victor Hemingway returned after more than half an hour. There were two small, yet exquisite bags in his hand. He entered the office and passed the two bags to Sophia White. “This is a little something my mum wants to give you. I hope you will like it.”