Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Paul’s fists rained down on Lucas’s face and body like a storm, each blow landing with bone–crushing force.

Lucas’s eyes were bloodshot, glaring at the tall figure retreating in the distance with cold fury. Only then did he finally notice the luxury hyper–exclusive, world–limited edition Rolls–Royce parked by the curb.

Lucas thought, ‘Wait, what did that bodyguard just call him? Mr. Sterling? In the whole Jelasburg, who else would ever be this distinguished except the legendary Mr. Richard Sterling of the Sterling family?

‘When did Sophia ever get close to someone from the Sterling family?‘

The chauffeur hurried over and swung the car door open. Richard got in the car with Sophia in his arms.

The confines of the car’s interior left no room to lay her on the seat. So, he gently settled her onto his lap, one arm supporting her carefully as he adjusted her posture to avoid any discomfort.

He let her head rest against his chest, making sure her wounded back wouldn’t brush painfully against anything.

In the front seat, Jason turned around, his face darkening as he took in the sight of Sophia covered in injuries.

For the first time ever, he couldn’t hold back a curse in front of Richard. “Lucas that bastard! How could he hurt Ms. Evans so badly?”

If Annabelle hadn’t come begging Richard for help, none of them would have realized just how much Sophia had suffered these past few days.

Richard pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket and then gently wiped away the tears trickling down from Sophia’s eyes.

Even in her unconscious state, Sophia whimpered softly, “Mom… it hurts…

Richard lowered his gaze, his eyes settling on Sophia with a weight that seemed almost tangible.

Her flimsy nightgown was stained with blood, showing just how far Lucas had gone.

Richard said, “Jason, tell Paul not to hold back. Beat Lucas senseless. However long Ms. Evans is bedridden, Lucas needs to suffer just the same.”

Jason caught the furious edge in Richard’s voice, paling as he nodded. “Yes, sir. Right away!”

He shoved open the car door and darted toward Paul as fast as he could.

Richard squinted coldly out the window, watching Lucas huddled on the ground in the distance, arms wrapped around his head, taking each brutal hit without even daring to fight back.

Richard’s gaze was frosty, the fading evening light casting a golden edge across his sharp, handsome face. He commanded, “Let’s go. Take us back to the villa.”

Sophia had no idea how long she’d been unconscious. Even in her dreams, she was hurting all over, like she was living in

Max said, “She’s got three broken ribs. Anyone else would’ve been screaming in pain, maybe even passed out, but Sophia’s still hanging in there. Honestly, that’s tougher than most people could manage.”

Richard wore an unreadable look, his eyes locked on Sophia, saying nothing, but the aura rolling off him was so intense.

Max had known Richard since they were still in diapers. If anyone could read him, it was Max.

Max said, “Honestly, this girl’s hardcore. Beaten up like that and she still managed to break out of that hellhole.”

Three busted ribs and all kinds of bruises–if she wasn’t such a fighter, she would’ve blacked out from the pain ages ago.

“Never underestimate the human will to survive,” Richard said quietly, as that evening’s memory flashed vividly before his

eyes.

The whole sky was ablaze with sunset clouds, and she’d darted through the slowly closing gates like a moth desperately escaping into the light.

Bathed in the sunset, she was breathtakingly beautiful–like a butterfly newly emerged from its chrysalis, transformed and radiant.

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