Chapter 27

With a smile, Marie complied and took out a first-aid kit to tend to Sophia’s wounds. At the same time, she asked carelessly, “Should I prepare some clothes for Sophia?”

“There’s no need for that.” Carles walked over to the table and tossed the remainder of his cigarette into the ashtray.

The alcohol soaked into the wound, making it hurt a little. A layer of cold sweat appeared on Sophia’s forehead as she gritted her teeth to stop herself from making a sound. The apprehensiveness within her grew.

Why did Marie ask if she needed to prepare clothes for her all of a sudden? Were they going to let her accompany the guests?

“Done.” Marie picked up her first-aid kit as she raised her gaze to her and tsked. “This scar on your head... It’s a pity.”

“Thank you, Ms. Marie. I’ll be going now.” Upon hearing this, Sophia’s heart grew even more uneasy. Her face paled as she stood up, wanting to walk out of the room.

Charles called out to her from the back, “Did I give you permission to leave?”

“Is there anything else?” Sophia turned around and asked with difficulty.

Charles did not speak. Instead, he strode past her to walk out of the door. When she did not follow him, he stopped and furrowed his brows as he said, “Still not following?”

Sophia clutched the corner of her shirt. Her legs felt as if they were filled with lead as she followed him.

In the setting sun, his shadow stretched long and overlapped with hers. It felt so heavy that she could barely breathe.

“Mr. Harris.” The chauffeur was already waiting beside the Bentley. When Charles got into the car, he helped to close his side of the door.

Sophia went round to the other end of the car and had just put her right foot into the car when she heard Charles say coldly, “Get something to put on her so that it doesn’t get dirty.”

Sophia’s body stiffened as she slowly and silently put her foot back down. Standing in the autumn wind in her thin uniform, she felt as if she was cold from the exterior to the interior.

There were no towels or cushions in the car. In the end, the chauffeur took a bunch of tissues and placed them on Sophia’s seat to prevent her from “dirtying’ it.

“On the floor, too.” Charles sat in the car looking at his paperwork, not even sparing Sophia a glance.

Holding the tissues, the driver gave Sophia an embarrassed smile.

“It’s alright, my shoes are dirty. Just place them there.” The sun had set completely, and the chill penetrated through her clothes and into her pores, chilling Sophia’s body to the bones.

When the chauffeur was done, she entered the car, sitting rigidly straight. She did not dare and nor was she willing to touch the seat. She did not want Charles to say that she had made his car dirty.

The car traveled along.

Sophia turned her head to look out of the window. Her favorite shopping mall had been demolished and replaced by a club. The food court near G University had also become a shopping mall.

After spending the last two years in prison, it was as if the whole world had changed.

The car parked in front of a five-star hotel. When Sophia stepped out of the car, she saw that there were many luxury cars parked there. Those getting out of the cars were all dressed in formal attire. It seemed that there was a cocktail party being hosted here.

“Mr. Harris.” Sophia lowered her head, her untidy fringe hiding the emotions that were in her eyes. “Can I wait for you outside?”

“What do you think?” Charles stopped walking and looked at her with a seeming smile.

Sophia tugged at her lip, smiling bitterly.

She followed him into the party, her blue janitorial uniform sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the western formal attire.

From the moment she appeared, countless people looked at her with curiosity, disgust, or disdain. She kept her head down the entire time, trying her best to minimize her presence.

“Mr. Jones.”

Charles only nodded to the countless people who attempted to strike a conversation with him. It was only when he saw James White did he slow down his footsteps.

“Mr. Harris?” James held a glass of champagne in his hand, his smile seemingly forced. “Long time no see.”

Sophia jerked her head up suddenly. She stared at the elegant, middle-aged man in front of her. Her eyes turned red immediately. She licked her dry lips, but before she could even utter a greeting to her father, James excused himself and left.

Looking straight at the back of James as he made his near hasty escape, her ears buzzed. It was as if she could not hear anything else.

A while later, she lowered her head and rubbed the corners of her eyes. She swallowed her greeting to her father back down in her throat.

“Are you happy with this father and daughter reunion?” Charles leaned down and lifted her chin so that they were at eye level.

Tears had blurred her eyes at some point. Sophia tried her best to keep her eyes wide open to prevent them from falling. “Happy, thank...” She tried to keep her voice from choking. “Thank you.”

Seeing the tears in her eyes, Charles furrowed his brows, squeezing her chin a little harder. “You’re welcome. Since you’re happy, I’ll assist you two to meet up more in the future.”

“Thank you, then.” Sophia tugged at her lip while stepping back to avoid his touch.

Charles laughed lightly as he looked at his hand that had landed on nothing. That same elegant hand held up a glass of champagne as he took a sip.

“Charles!” Just then, the sound of Leah’s shout sounded.

Raising her head, Sophia saw William Jones who was pushing Leah over in her wheelchair.

She had on a white, strapless, knee-length dress today. Her gorgeous, jet-black hair was piled on top of her head, revealing her clear features and slender neck. She seemed to be gentle and elegant, whilst beautifully weak at the same time. She looked like a small white flower that was swaying in the wind.

William had on a dark blue suit. Paired with his handsome features, he looked extremely gorgeous.

Seeing that Sophia was there as well, William’s expression turned ugly. “What were you thinking, coming here dressed like that?”

“Will!” Leah glared at him, then turned to Sophia and said gently, “We’re almost the same height and weight. I have another dress, so you can change into mine. It’s really not appropriate to be dressed like that at a cocktail party.”

“You shouldn’t have come here if you know you are inappropriately dressed!” William walked up to Sophia, took her hand, and furrowed his brows.

“Come with me, the clothes are in the car.”

Charles’ gaze fell onto their hands. He laughed lightly. “I don’t need to trouble the two of you to worry about someone under me.”

“I’m just concerned for Sophia.” Leah bit her lip. “There are quite a few people at the party who know her, and I’m afraid that they will laugh at her if they see her dressed like that.”

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“Even if the entire world is laughing at me, I still won’t wear your clothes. There’s no need for you to be so pretentious.” Sophia broke free of William’s hand as she went to stand behind Charles.

Leah opened her mouth to speak. However, she stopped herself. Her eyes turned downcast, tears shimmering in them.

“Pretentious? Leah treats you with kindness, but she gets this kind of comment from you in return?” William’s handsome face was livid with rage. “If I had known you were so heartless, I would have let Leah charge you with attempted murder and let you stay in prison for the rest of your life!”

“Will, she used to be my friend, after all. Don’t say things like that.” Leah pulled on William’s arm, her face filled with bitterness.

Looking distressed, William patted Leah on the head. “You’re always so kind. You’ll suffer if you continue being like this.”

Whenever she encountered this pair of siblings, Sophia felt as sick as if she had just eaten a fly. Clenching her fist together, she spoke quietly, “Mr.

Harris, can we leave now?”

Without waiting for Charles’ answer, Leah said gently, “Charles, my parents have just arrived. They’ve been dying to see you.”

Sophia instinctively grabbed onto Charles’ arm. Almost begging, she said, “Mr. Harris...”

She did not want to see them.