"Come back!" Just as Rocky was about to leave after pulling the door open, Sawyer called out to him with a sullen look on his face.
Sophia stroked her belly over and over again, her face full of affection. She did not even spare Sawyer and Rocky a glance.
"Iâve already brought you here anyway. Whether I record a video of you or send you home directly, Iâll end up offending the Harris family either way.
So why don't I just record a video of you and then send you back?" Sawyer pinched her chin. "What do you think, Ms. White?"
Sophia's limbs turned weak. Sawyer was still planning to record a video of her!
She took a deep breath, smiled, and said, "I was in a car accident but was fortunate enough to be rescued after Mr. Phillips sent his men over. Or else, I might have lost my child even if I survived."
"I don't believe that you would be so kind," Sawyer said slowly.
Sophia said, "You simply asked your men to send me here and change my clothes, Mr. Phillips. No harm has been done to me, so why should I give you a hard time?"
"You are Charles' woman, though," Sawyer stressed, his eyes enshrouded with a layer of ruthlessness.
A chill ran down Sophiaâs spine. "Weâre different. He broke my leg and forced me to do so many things against my will. Iâm staying by his side simply because he can give me things that I want.â
She dropped her head and chuckled. She was seemingly talking to Sawyer, yet seemed to be mumbling to herself at the same time. "Things like love... is something that I am no longer interested in."
"What a realist." Sawyer harrumphed. Even so, a trace of doubt still lingered in the depth of his eyes.
Sophia raised her head and peered into his eyes. There were immense sarcasm and hatred in her eyes. "If you were in my shoes, Mr. Phillips, would you continue to like Charles after you experienced everything that Iâve experienced?â
"I don't like men." Sawyer did not answer the question directly, but the last bit of suspicion on his face had vanished without a trace.
Sophia took in every single expression on his face carefully. She dared not let her guards down completely just yet. She said, "I have been at your place for quite some time now, Mr. Phillips. It wonât be good if the bodyguards who were sending me to prison earlier said something to Master Harris, donât you think?"
Only by leaving this place would she finally be safe.
"Okay, I will take you back myself!" Sawyer commanded his men who were standing on one side. "Go and get my car!"
Fearing that she might let the cat out of the bag when Sawyer questioned her on the road, Sophia said hurriedly, "Asking you, the young master of the Phillips family, to send me home personally will be too much. You can just ask someone else to send me home."
"I will send you back to the Harris family personally and explain it to Master Harris myself. Only then will I feel at ease," Sawyer said pointedly.
Sophia knew that Sawyer was afraid that she would tell Master Harris the truth of the kidnapping this time.
In addition to that, the Harris and Phillips families had always been in opposition. As the Harris familyâs authority figure, Master Harris, was now hospitalized with stage four lung cancer, Sawyer was more or less trying to scout around for information at the hospital.
"Let's go." Sawyer grabbed a pair of sunglasses on the table and put them on, beckoning to Sophia.
Sophia had just taken a step forward when she stepped back again. "Please give me a minute, Mr. Phillips. I need to put on my previous clothes or it will be difficult to explain it to him."
"Women are a nuisance!" Sawyer took off his sunglasses, his eyes full of impatience. "Hurry up!"
He walked out of the bedroom after saying those words.
The man that was carrying the video camera and the thin and frail woman with her SLR hanging around her neck watched as everything unfolded.
They were amazed by the way things had progressed.
After changing her clothes, Sophia put on the green pendant again before leaving the room and getting into Sawyer's convertible.
The weather had turned cold as it was almost November now. Sophia sat in a sports car in the cold breeze while wearing a showy dress. In just ten minutes of being on the road, she caught a bunch of people staring at her like they were staring at a lunatic.
When they stopped at the crossroad to wait for the red light, she caught several pedestrians looking in their direction.
"Sure, the car is expensive, but theyâre probably mentally challenged!"
"Does she not feel cold at all wearing that in a convertible?"
"Must be showing off their wealth! Look, the man and woman are both dressed in showy outfits. They must be some kind of nouveau riche who are anxious to show their stinking money off!"
Sawyer took off his sunglasses, turned his head to look at those people, and cursed with a sullen look on his face.
Sophia acted as though she did not hear them.
"Do you think Iâm dressed like a nouveau riche?" Sawyer asked, turning his head.
Sophia replied, "If you are a nouveau riche, then there will be no rich man anymore."
The green light came on and the car was put into gear again.
"Does driving a convertible make a person look like an idiot now?" Sawyer asked again, the expression on his good-looking face difficult to read.
Sophia touched her arm that was slightly cold due to the wind and explained mildly, "Itâs because they can't afford cars like this. There are a lot of people out there who hate the rich."
Sawyer harrumphed. "A bunch of poor morons!"
Having said that, he slammed on the accelerator and began racing blatantly in the busy streets of downtown.
Sophia clutched the seat belt firmly, trying her best to hold down whatever that was constantly surging upward from her stomach. Her face was pale, but she did not utter a single word of complaint.
Knowing that Master Harris was in the hospital, Sawyer spent hundreds of thousands of bucks on a bunch of nutritional products on the way before driving Sophia to the hospital.
The car pulled over in front of the hospital entrance. Sophia went after Sawyer and got out of the car.
"I'm your savior. Why are you standing so far away?" Sawyer yelled at Sophia while carrying a bunch of nutritional products in his hands.
Sophia pursed her lips and walked a few steps to his side.
"It's too heavy. You hold it!" Sawyer had never done any hard work like that before. His face turned sullen immediately as he stuffed all the nutritional products into Sophia's hands.
Before Sophia could reach out to take them, a pair of white and slender hands grabbed them. "Which ward are you guys heading to?"
Sophia looked up and saw Victor standing in front of her clad in a doctorâs overall. The sun was shining on him. Even the deep dimples on his cheeks were emitting rays.
"To Master Harrisâ ward. Sorry for the trouble, Dr. Hemingway," Sophia said.
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ï¤Chapter 226 Iâm Pregnant Victor smiled. âItâs no trouble at all. You donât have to thank me."
He glanced at Sophia's leg. "Howâs your leg, Ms. White?"
"Itâs fine. Donât worry about it, Dr. Hemingway," Sophia said.
Sawyer listened as the two people exchanged conventional greetings with each other. The corners of his eyes were raised. He had grown impatient a long time ago. "Who are you?"
"Iâm Victor Hemingway. Iâm a doctor working in this hospital." Victor gathered all the nutritional products and held them in one hand, then freed the other hand and extended it toward Sawyer.
Sawyer merely glanced at it before looking away in disgust.
Victor did not find it awkward either and withdrew his hand naturally.
The three of them entered the hospital together, got on the elevator, and walked toward Master Harris' ward.
"Hand the things over. You can leave now!" Sawyer took the things from Victorâs hands and drove him away impatiently.
Victor glanced at Sophia, whose face was pale, and remained rooted to the spot.
"Thank you, Dr. Hemingway," Sophia said. It had been a long day. Her stomach was still churning while her limbs were sore and weak.
Victor lowered his head to look at her and said, as though implying something else, "Do let me know if you ever need my help, Ms. White."