Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Just a sea of expensive suits and designer dresses, all waiting to see how far the heir apparent would go.

It wasn’t until Annabelle’s security finally muscled through the crowd that anyone intervened. They dragged David off her. his face still twisted with that same murderous rage, screaming about family honor and ungrateful bitches.

Sophia lay motionless, a broken doll in a stained hospital gown. Eerily still. Lifeless. Wracked by three days of fever, her body was hollowed out from the massive blood loss of her recent miscarriage. Just standing had been a monumental effort.

Now, after the savage beating, her mind had gone blank, consumed by a white–hot agony that blotted out everything else.

An uneasy whisper cut through the silence. “Did he… kill her?”

The mood in the room shifted instantly. What many had dismissed as a family disciplining its own, a drama best observed from a distance, now reeked of potential murder.

Lucas, as if shaken from a trance, finally stirred. He strode over and crouched beside her. Two fingers pressed beneath her nose. A faint, shallow breath tickled his skin, and a quiet sigh of relief escaped him.

He peeled off his tux jacket and draped it over her like a consolation prize.

“Sophia,” he sighed, voice dripping that patented Westwood condescension. “Why poke the bear? You just had to make this about you, didn’t you?”

He still didn’t buy the miscarriage story. The hospital gown was just another calculated plea for sympathy in his eyes.

He had watched, believing she deserved this lesson, a necessary punishment to stop her constant “poor me” act that implied. the Westwoods were monsters.

The little strength Sophia had left evaporated at his words. Summoning a surge of pure defiance, she weakly shrugged the expensive jacket from her shoulders.

Her voice was a hoarse scrape, but it carried a venom that made the air crackle. “Get. Away. From me. Save your fake

concern.”

Lucas’s jaw flexed. “You’ve already nuked my mother’s birthday. We’re graciously not pressing charges. How much longer are you going to keep up this charade?”

Emily rushed over, dropping to her knees and cradling Lucas’s head. “Lucas, open your eyes! 911–NOW! If he dies, I die!”

Helen’s war cry could’ve cracked crystal. Seeing her son’s bloody face, she lost it completely. “YOU TRASHY LITTLE SLUTT She lunged, aiming for Sophia’s eyes.

But Annabelle stepped in instantly, shoving Helen back. Bodyguards immediately formed a solid wall between them. No matter how much Helen screamed, cursed, and clawed, she couldn’t get close.

Sirens wailed outside. An ambulance pulled up, followed by a police cruiser. An officer stepped forward, badge out. “We’ve got a report of felony assault. Everybody involved is taking a ride.”

The moment Helen saw the cops, she jabbed a shaking finger toward Sophia. “That’s her! She smashed my son’s head open, Officer! Arrest her! I want her to rot in jail!”

The cop’s gaze slid to Sophia. She stood swaying, skin so pale it looked translucent, lips bloodless. For a second, he couldn’t tell who was the victim, who was the predator.

Annabelle moved in front of Sophia, chin high. “Talk to him, Sergeant.” She jabbed a finger at David. “He was beating my friend unconscious five minutes ago. That’s your perp.”