Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 63

Helen glared at the back of Sophia’s head and said, “You’re seriously nasty and stubborn.”

Sophia shut her eyes, completely ignoring her.

Helen was so mad that her breath came out heavier. She could tell Sophia wasn’t the same as before.

Sophia’d been married to Lucas for three years now, and even though Helen always had her reservations about her, Sophia still spent one night a week at the Westwood residence, personally cooking up a feast for the whole family.

Sophia knew everyone’s favorite dishes by heart and could whip up meals that hit the spot for each of them.

Over the years, she’d pampered their taste buds so much that now, every week, the whole family counted down to the weekend and her home–cooked meals.

As the saying went, if one wanted to win someone over, one had to win their stomach first.

Deep down, Helen never forgot all that Sophia had done, and even her attitude toward Sophia had started to soften.

If it weren’t for the fact that Sophia could never have children, Helen never would’ve felt any resentment toward her.

Helen said, “I’ve torn up the divorce papers. Whatever terms we discussed last time, just forget them. If you want out, go talk to Lucas yourself. I’m not gonna be the villain in this.”

Sophia’s eyelashes fluttered, her fists clenched tight beneath the blankets. A wave of sorrow crashed through her chest.

Helen really knew how to mess with her.

Just three days left before the divorce papers kicked in, and Helen decided to flip the script now, giving Sophia a sliver of hope and snatching it back just as fast.

Luckily, Sophia had a backup plan. Otherwise, she might’ve lost it.

Seeing Sophia remain completely unmoved, Helen stomped out of the utility room, making sure to slam the door behind her with a deafening bang.

Sophia opened her eyes and stared absentmindedly at the dust lingering in the air. She thought she was prepared for this, but just imagining how drawn–out and miserable the divorce would be filled her with a restless frustration.

He jabbed a finger toward the marketing manager who’d just been bumped up temporarily and said, “You. Speak.”

The marketing manager was silently freaking out. He said, “Mr. Westwood, those tanking sales are pretty much all thanks to Ms. Emily Evans and the three live–streaming fiascos she’s had in just the last two weeks.”

Emily was a beauty influencer, and her daily job was to test and review our products live for the audience.

And sure enough, within half a month, she messed up three times live, totally enraging the customers. Both their stores and online shops got slammed with returns from angry buyers.

Lucas scowled. “And what does Emily’s live–streaming screw–up have to do with our plummeting sales? Sounds to me like you’re just trying to shift the blame.”

The marketing manager was floored by Lucas’s stubbornness. He said, “Mr. Westwood, back when Ms. Sophia Evans was running the show, sales were climbing every single month.

“Even after she left to take care of her family, if Ms. Emily Evans hadn’t come in and stirred up trouble, things wouldn’t have tanked this badly.”

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