Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Kevin grumbled inwardly, ‘Seriously? You got a little scrape, but Mrs. Westwood’s spleen is literally ruptured. Cut her some slack, man. Still, he was on Lucas’s payroll, so he had no choice but to swallow his words.

He said, “Mrs. Westwood was kicked by her brother David and ended up with a ruptured spleen. I’m afraid there’s no way she can crawl to your bedside to beg for forgiveness.”

Lucas froze for a second, but he couldn’t believe Sophia was actually hurt. She was a member of the Evans family, David’s

own sister.

He figured David had only pretended to kick her at the party, worried the Westwood family might come after her.

Lucas thought, ‘If she was really hurt, how could she have swung that lamp post at me?‘

“She’s faking it again,” Lucas scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Go get her. If she apologizes and puts me first from now on, I’ll let it slide.”

Kevin was speechless.

Seeing Kevin hesitate, Lucas suddenly recalled that moment–when Sophia had swung the lamp post at him, her eyes icy and resolute. He’d never seen her look at him that way before.

She was always like a ray of sunshine, bright and cheerful, always smiling at him no matter how cold or distant he acted.

Every time he came home, she’d greet him sweetly, call him “honey“, bring him tea, and fuss over him.

Lucas thought, ‘When did she start looking at me with such cold hatred? It’s like she’s become a different person, and now I’m nothing but her sworn enemy!’

“Which hospital is she in? I’ll go myself,” Lucas declared grandly, acting like he was doing her a huge favor.

Kevin couldn’t help but think, ‘Mrs. Westwood just went through a miscarriage, plus she’s got internal injuries. What she needs right now is proper rest and recovery, not more drama.

‘Honestly, if Mr. Westwood barged in now, he’d just be making things worse for her. Better if he just stays away!

So, Kevin started, “Mr. Westwood, while you were unconscious, I looked into it. Mrs. Westwood really did miscarry. That….. uh, that mess Ms. Emily Evans tossed onto the floor last night-”

Lucas shot him a glare, and Kevin zipped his lips, terrified.

“Where is she? Take me to her, now,” Lucas snapped.

Without another word, Lucas yanked the IV needle out of his hand, threw off the blanket, slipped on his slippers, and stormed out of the room.

Lucas sat there sprawled out in his blue–and–white hospital gown, legs crossed and looking like he owned the room.

When he caught sight of her ghostly pale face, his lips curled with contempt. He said, “Where’d you learn the art of sadfishing? You think acting all pitiful will make me drop the whole ‘smashing me with a lamp post thing?”

Sophia didn’t wanna waste time on a lunatic. She forced herself upright, pushed the blanket aside, and climbed off the bed from the far edge.

Seeing the cold way she ignored him, Lucas got angry. He grabbed her wrist and said. “I’m talking to you! Where do you think you’re going?”

His hand clamped down like a steel vise, right on the one with her IV. The needle was shoved in deeper, stabbing agony right through the back of her hand.

Tears sprang to Sophia’s eyes instantly. Her voice cracked as she shouted, “Let go of me, you bastard!”

She thought, I’d tried so hard to stay far away from him. Why did he keep showing up just to hurt me? What did I ever do wrong for him to treat me like this?‘

Lucas caught the shimmer of tears in Sophia’s eyes, and for a moment, a flicker of sympathy softened his gaze. His grip eased just a little, but he still wouldn’t let go.