Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Annabelle was helping Sophia leave when Emily stepped right in front of them, blocking their way.

“Who gave you permission to leave?” Emily demanded.

Before Sophia could respond, Annabelle snapped, “What else do you want?”

Annabelle thought, ‘How unlucky we are to run into this crazy family today!

Emily shrank back, looking all pitiful and aggrieved, eyes brimming with tears. “I–I don’t want anything, really. I just… I just want Sophia to go see Lucas.

“He’s seriously hurt, Sophia. After all, you’re his wife, right? Please, just go see him and apologize. He’ll forgive you. The Westwood family will forgive you, too.”

When Charles and Margaret heard Emily mention the Westwood family, their faces kept shifting, clearly uneasy.

When Lucas was hospitalized after being beaten, the head of the Westwood family called up the Evans family, demanding they hand over Sophia, or else the partnership between the two families would be over.

For the past two weeks, they’d searched every corner of Jelasburg, but Sophia was nowhere to be found.

Today, bumping into her out of the blue, they’d totally forgotten about that ultimatum—until Emily brought it up. Suddenly, the three of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They’d almost let Sophia slip away.

Sophia stared at Emily’s phony act, playing the innocent. Emily had been right there the day Sophia was beaten up.

She knew better than anyone how badly Sophia was hurt, but didn’t say a single word about it. Instead, she expected Sophia to bow her head and apologize to the person who beat her up.

Annabelle was furious. She said, “Emily, you really know how to flip the truth. Why don’t you mention how Lucas smashed three of Sophie’s ribs with a golf club? He should be the one apologizing to her!”

When Emily heard Lucas had cracked three of Sophia’s ribs, she nearly let out a snicker.

She thought, ‘No wonder Sophia hasn’t been seen for the past two weeks. She must’ve been hiding out, nursing her injuries. Too bad she didn’t die.’

And then, as if Annabelle had pissed her off, Emily started bawling on the spot. “Ms. Quinn, when did Lucas ever lay a hand on Sophia? Wasn’t it Sophia who tried to run off with the other man?

“Lucas just went after her to bring her home, and it was that guy who beat Lucas up instead!

Sophia gave Margaret an icy stare. “Sometimes I seriously wonder if I’m really your daughter.”

Every time something went wrong, Margaret just dumped it all on her like it was always her fault. And she always acted like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Margaret’s expression flickered with guilt for a split second. “How could you say that? Of course you’re my daughter.”

“Really?” Sophia’s gaze was razor–sharp, cutting into Margaret. “Maybe we should have the hospital double–check with another paternity test, just in case they messed up.”

As soon as Sophia said that, not just Margaret’s, but Charles’s and David’s faces froze.

David barked, “What kind of nonsense is that? If you’re not my sister, why would Mom and Dad ever bring you back home? Did they just want some dead weight around for laughs?”

Sophia answered with nothing but a frosty chuckle.

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