Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Sophia’s head slammed against the wall, a sharp pain shooting through her skull, making her vision blur. She leaned against the wall, struggling to catch her breath.

Charles kept ranting, “We’ve bent over backward for you, given you so much grace. Ever since you came back, not a single peaceful day has passed. You’re always giving us attitude, acting like the whole family owes you!”

Margaret sighed. “Honey, don’t talk to her like that. You’re embarrassing her in front of her mother–in–law. How’s she supposed to show her face after this?”

But the more Margaret tried to calm him down, the angrier Charles got. His voice boomed so loud that it felt like the ceiling might cave in.

Charles shouted, “If she cared even a little about her reputation, she’d never have thrown a fit at her mother–in–law’s birthday party and dragged us all into her mess!

“Emily, go grab a pen and some paper. If she won’t write a forgiveness letter today, she’s not getting out of here!”

Sophia stared back calmly, her eyes icy and dripping with sarcasm.

She said, “About time you dropped the loving dad act. If you’d shown your real face from the get–go, wouldn’t that have saved us all this trouble?”

If they’d just come in showing who they really were, she might’ve signed that stupid letter ages ago.

But no, they just had to put on their righteous, caring masks for show. The hypocrisy was honestly nauseating.

Charles stiffened, his whole body suddenly tense.

Facing Sophia’s razor–sharp stare, he felt like she’d stripped him bare with X–ray vision. His scalp tingled, panic rising as if she could read his every thought.

Everyone in the room felt like they’d just been danced like puppets for Sophia’s amusement, their faces turning sour, especially Charles and Margaret, who seemed even more embarrassed than the rest.

But since they’d come for one purpose–to get Sophia’s signature on that forgiveness letter–and she seemed ready to give it, none of them had the guts to stir up more trouble now.

Sophia finished the letter in a flash. Before handing it to Charles, she said coldly, “Tell your son to back off. If he comes barking at me like a crazy mutt again, I swear I’ll make sure he never sees the outside of a cell.”

Charles’s face twisted, and he was on the verge of blowing his top.

Margaret quickly grabbed his arm, signaling him to cool it. She plastered on a smile and told Sophia, “Sophie, we’re still family. I promise, when your brother gets out, I’ll make him come and say sorry to you.”

Sophia let out a cold laugh. Margaret was just spouting empty words. If Sophie actually took her seriously, she’d have to be seriously naïve.

She hadn’t slept well in days, her nerves frayed to the breaking point. All she wanted now was an answer, something to put her mind at ease.

Sophia looked at Helen, her gaze so intense it felt like she could see straight through her, into the darkest corners of her soul.

Helen squirmed under her stare, guilt and anxiety written all over her face. She couldn’t bring herself to meet Sophia’s eyes.

Sophia wasn’t about to let Helen off easy. She refused to give her even a shred of relief.

Ignoring her question completely, she pulled the blanket over herself, turned her back and said, “Shut the door on your way

out.”

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