Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 279

For three whole years, Sophia had genuinely treated Helen like she was family-even though Helen's attitude toward her was never anything but distant.

"I thought if I just kept pouring my heart out, maybe she'd finally care about me too.

'But in the end, no matter how much I gave, it was never going to make me part of their family, Sophia thought to herself.

Helen's cheeks were burning with pain as Sophia yanked her hair, not giving her even a second to fight back.

"Sophia! Let go of me, right now! Stop the car! Pull over! Get the bodyguards up here-drag her out and give her a beating!" Helen shrieked, her voice shaking with fury.

The driver's foot hovered over the brake, but Sophia shot him a murderous glare. "If you dare stop this car, I'll throw her out myself. And don't think I'm bluffing."

The driver was caught in the middle, pleading, "Mrs. Westwood, no matter what, Madam is still your elder."

"Elder? Says who?" Sophia retorted coldly, her stare at Helen icy and merciless.

Sophia let out a cold laugh, her gaze fixed on Helen. "I've slaved away for the Westwood family for three years. I never asked for anything back, but you'd think people could at least have a shred of decency."

For three years, Sophia had given her full worth to the Westwood family. And in the end, what did she get?

Humiliation, insults, abuse, and betrayal.

They were all ungrateful ingrates, and now they wanted her to take the fall for them.

"Who the hell gave them the guts to keep messing with me?' Sophia thought, her anger boiling over.

Helen spat. "Marrying into the Westwood family is the kind of luck people pray for lifetimes. Serving us is only what you deserve."

Sophia slapped her hard across the face. "I didn't marry into the Westwood family to be your free maid."

"You think you're too good for a maid?" Helen scoffed, "The Westwood family gave you everything-resources, opportunities, even handed you your current position. If anyone should be grateful, it's you.

"And now you have the nerve to hit your elder? Where are your morals? Aren't you afraid of karma coming after you?" Helen shrieked

Helen kept yelling at Sophia.

Sophia yanked Helen's hair, her voice icy. "You're not scared of karma, so why should I be? What, just cause you're thirty years older than me?"

"Sophia, how dare you call me old?" Heien shrieked, her face flushing with rage.

Helen was about to blow a gasket.

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She hated being reminded of her age-nothing got under her skin more. She insisted she was still young.

Sophia went straight for the jugular. "Check out those wrinkles-guess being so mean really does leave a mark. And all that white hair? Clearly, it's from all those years of spitting acid."

"I'm going to kill you!" Helen screamed, lunging at Sophia.

Sophia moved quickly, but Helen's manicured nails still scraped across her neck, leaving a burning sting.

Sophia had had enough. She shoved Helen hard.

One second later, Helen's head crashed against the window-everything went black for her, and suddenly the whole car was dead silent.

Sophia watched as Helen slumped over in her seat. The driver's voice trembled from the front.

"Is Mrs. Westwood okay?"

Sophia frowned, worried she might've gone too far. She leaned over and checked Helen's pulse.

"She's just out cold. She'll be fine," Sophia said

The driver gianced at the bloody scratches on Sophia's neck and let out a heavy sigh.

"Hard to believe a family could end up at each other's throats like this," the driver muttered

Sophia shot Helen a glance, bitter over how, after three years, none of it had ever really mattered

"They never treated me like family," Sophia said coldly.

The driver had been with them for years, always taking Helen out to meet her friends for coffee, shopping, or a round of mahjong.

He'd heard Helen trash-talk Sophia to her friends in the car, her tone dripping with contempt every single time.

He knew that Helen actually saw Sophia as Lucas's wife-otherwise, she wouldn't make such a show of putting her down whenever outsiders were around

The driver pulled over to the side of the road, and the bodyguards' car stopped right behind them.

"Mrs. Westwood, you can go now. I'll take Madam to the hospital," the driver said.

Sophia froze for a second, then nodded her thanks to the driver and stepped out of the car.

The bodyguards closed in on her, blocking her way.

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