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Chapter 88
Sophia’s eyes flickered. She said, “It was about two years ago. I heard that Grace Abbey worked miracles.”
Richard said, “I always thought you were too rational to believe in anything beyond yourself.”
Sophia sighed. Richard caught the sound, and his eyes darkened with confusion as he stared at her. “Why the sigh?” he
asked.
“Mr. Sterling, you don’t know me. I’ve believed in gods ever since I was little,” Sophia answered.
Once Sophia started sharing, she spilled everything that was on her mind without holding back.
“Back when I was a little kid, I’d walk past a church every day on my way to school. Without fail, I’d run in and say a prayer.” she admitted.
Richard’s eyes softened with a smile, picturing a delicate, cherubic little girl praying with all her heart in the church.
“What did you pray for?” Richard asked.
Sophia rested her hands on the railing, not caring if her childhood wishes sounded silly. She continued, “I used to wish God would bring me real parents. It didn’t matter if they were rich. I just needed someone to love me and take me away.”
Back then, Sophia was abused by her adoptive father every day. There was a time she wondered if she was their real child, and as it turned out, she wasn’t.
Richard watched her maintain her brave front and said softly, “If I’d met you sooner, I would’ve stolen you away. I would have raised you in a world filled with happiness, and never let you taste any hardship.”
Sophia felt a tremor in her heart. She glanced back at Richard’s handsome face and smiled. “That was only what I wished for as a little girl,” she said.
Sophia thought, ‘Richard is a good man. He always knows how to say the right thing. Even if this wish can never come true, hearing those words makes me feel less alone.‘
“Still, thank you,” Sophia said gently.
Richard stared into her eyes. In the sunlight, they shone with a translucent, glassy glow that was both stunning and hauntingly beautiful.
“Why are you thanking me? I haven’t done anything,” he replied.
“Maybe you haven’t done anything practical, but you gave me the kind of reassurance I always wished for. So, I want to thank you for the little girl I used to be,” Sophia said softly.
the next level.
Richard hadn’t realized there was a celebration here today, but he took Sophia’s banter in stride.
He said with a chuckle, “Who ever complains about having too much money?”
“Fair point,” Sophia said, then quickly joined the line to enter the church. But as she turned, she noticed Richard standing there, not showing any intention of going in.
She figured, ‘A man as reserved as him probably won’t want to pray in front of me, even if he’s here for the celebration. I will say nothing and let him be.
After she finished praying and walked out of the hall, Sophia saw Richard and Harley hanging out under an oak tree a short distance away.
Right nearby, an attendant was swinging a net, knocking down acorns with surprising focus.
Sophia stared for a moment, utterly baffled. She hurried over and noticed Harley’s cloth bag was already stuffed halfway with those acorns. She couldn’t help but lift an eyebrow.
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