After giving Sophia acupuncture treatment, he opened a drawer, took out some shopping bags, and handed them to Sophia.
"What is this?" Sophia asked.
Victor gestured to her to open it.
Sophia opened it and saw a few pieces of babyâs clothing and some children's toys inside.
"These are from Aunt Lucy and my mom. They reminded me over and over again to give these to you." Victor put his hand in his doctorâs coat pocket and stared at her with a faint smile on his face.
Sophia felt even more conflicted now. Aunt Lucy and Madam Davis cared a lot about her. What was she supposed to tell them later? She had no idea if they would hold a grudge with her because of this either.
Just as these messy thoughts were running through her mind, Charles grabbed the things from her hands. "Thank you, Dr. Hemingway, but I have prepared for things already."
"It doesnât hurt to have a few more." Victor did not take it. "If you insist on rejecting them, Ms. White, then please return these things to Aunt Lucy and my mother yourself or they will nag me to death."
Sophia chuckled. "These clothes look pretty good. Please convey my thanks to Aunt Lucy and Madam Hemingway. I like them very much."
"Youâre too polite. If you want to thank them, then do take the time to come over and visit sometime. Aunt Lucy has been talking about you all day long," Victor said.
There were several times when Sophia tried to bring up the subject about Madam Davis during their conversation, but when the words reached the tip of her tongue, she realized that she did not know how to start.
From the moment she chose to go to work, she knew that Leah would find out about her fake pregnancy. She had thought of a way out for herself but had not thought of one for Madam Davis.
Standing next to her, Charles watched as the two chatted happily, feeling like an outsider. He put the shopping bags on the bed and said all of a sudden, "Oh, I suddenly remembered something. This has something to do with you, Dr. Hemingway."
"Something to do with me?" Victor asked.
Charles raised his eyebrows slightly. "Well, strictly speaking, this isnât exactly related to you, Dr. Hemingway. I just want to say that my grandfather has found out that Madam Davis falsified the pregnancy test."
"!" The smile on Victorâs face vanished at once. "Please excuse me for I still have things to handle. I will get someone to remove the needles from you in a while."
Sophia wanted to say something but he had already left.
âDo you feel guilty?" Charles lowered his eyes to look at her.
As he had guessed her thoughts too many times now, Sophia was not exactly surprised anymore. She nodded. "I got Madam Davis in trouble."
"Why do you think she helped you?" Seeing that a lock of her hair had come loose, Charles tucked it behind her ear naturally.
Sophia raised her head and peered into his eyes.
"Madam Davis wouldnât take such a huge risk to help you simply because Aunt Lucy dotes on you." Charles paused and said, "I promised her something."
Sophia lowered her eyes after hearing what he said and clenched her fists. "Mm."
It was probably better this way as she did not need to feel like she owed anyone a favor.
For some reason, however, she still felt somewhat uneasy. Perhaps this was the reason why humans did not want to grow up. Everything was just so realistic that it was terrifying.
There was no right or wrong. Everyone simply had a different thought in mind, that was all.
*
After the age of forty, Master Harris hardly ever acted on impulse anymore. Before he did something, he would first consider the pros and cons of his actions before deciding whether to do it or not.
After he was set up by multiple juniors this time, however, Master Harris was unable to stomach this insult, hence he led several men to Jones Group not long after Charles and Sophia had left.
"Mr. Harris?" When the receptionist saw this illustrious big shot for the first time, she was both sensitive and afraid.
Master Harris ignored her and turned around to ask Ken, "Which floor is Leah at?"
"Twenty-sixth floor, in the Chief Financial Directorâs Office," Ken replied.
Master Harris nodded and started toward the elevator with a sullen countenance. Ken walked next to him and pressed the button to go upstairs.
After seeing what happened, the receptionist said hastily, "Our elevator is quite slow, Mr. Harris. Why don't you hold on for a minute? I will give Ms.
Jones a call and ask her to come downstairs."
Master Harris frowned. "Quiet!"
Just about anyone and anything had the cheek to act presumptuously in front of him now!
Ken motioned to the two bodyguards. They nodded and grabbed the receptionistâs arms from both sides and tossed her to one side.
As they caused a commotion, many employees started stealing glances in their direction, yet no one dared to come up to say something for the receptionist nor stand in Master Harrisâ way.
When the elevator arrived, Master Harris walked in first, followed closely by Ken and several others. There were many people who were also waiting for the elevator, but they punched the button to close the door promptly, having no intention to let those people in.
In fact, no one wanted to get in the elevator. They did not dare to stay in the same room as Master Harris.
The elevator reached the twenty-sixth floor in no time. Master Harris gripped his cane as he made a beeline for the Chief Financial Directorâs Office.
Without knocking on the door, he banged the door open with his cane straight away.
Leah was discussing the administrative expenses of this quarter with an employee and blinked instinctively after hearing the loud noise.
When she saw Master Harris, a trace of delight emerged in her eyes. Smiling faintly, she said, "Grandpa Harris, why..." âdidnât you tell me that you are coming?â
Before she could finish her sentence, Master Harris cut her off without a single change in expression on his face. "Slap her!"
Leah was slightly stunned. Before she could open her mouth to ask what was going on, Ken slapped her across the face.
This was an especially ruthless slap. Her face was struck so hard that it snapped to one side. Blood was also flowing out of the corner of her mouth.
There was a burning sensation on her cheek.
Sandwiched between the two, the employee earlier was shocked stiff. His face was ghastly pale, his fingers and lips shaking uncontrollably.
"More. It wonât look good if both sides arenât symmetrical!" Master Harris leaned on his cane as he sat on the sofa, speaking coldly.
Leah stretched out her hand to motion Ken to wait for a moment. "Grandpa Harris, can you not..."
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"Didnât you hear what I just said?!" Even though Master Harris thought highly of her, he had no intention to let her go if she had the cheek to set him up!
Ken responded by stepping forward and slapping Leah on the other side of her face.
Leah staggered and held onto the table, barely maintaining her balance. She could hear ringing in her ears.
What was going on?
Logically speaking, even if Grandpa Harris was mad after she told him about Sophia's fake pregnancy, he would not blame her either, right? Exactly what went wrong in between?
Bang!
The employee's legs turned to jelly and he collapsed to the ground straight away.
"Grandpa Harris, if you have anything to say to me, then we can do it slowly. Can we let him go first?" Leah pointed at the employee and chuckled bitterly. "We just hired him this year. Heâs still green and inexperienced. Letâs not frighten him.â
Master Harris harrumphed coldly. "Do you feel ashamed of getting slapped in front of your own employee?"
"I just donât want others to say that Grandpa Harris is a violent man," Leah said sincerely.
Crash!
Master Harris smashed a mug on the ground straight away. The mug shattered into pieces, and a piece of ceramic landed at Leah's feet.