Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Sophia was jolted awake by the sound of crying. She muttered, “Annabelle, stop crying. You’re so noisy.”

Annabelle instantly stopped, her red–rimmed eyes wide as she stared at Sophia lying in bed.

“Sophie, you’re awake! How are you feeling?” Annabelle asked.

As soon as Sophia regained consciousness, she felt like her whole body had been run over by a truck and put back together. She winced, her brows furrowing in pain.

She tried to act tough, but the moment she opened her mouth, a low moan escaped her lips. She looked embarrassed. “Not great,” she admitted.

“Not great? That’s putting it mildly!” Annabelle snapped, her anger blazing. She was so furious that she wanted to hack Lucas to pieces.

Annabelle said, “You broke three ribs, and there are more than twenty bruises and contusions on your back. Rachel said every single one was because of Lucas. I thought he just didn’t care about you, but I never imagined he wanted you dead.”

Sophia could taste blood with every breath, but she forced herself not to think about what had happened that night.

She glanced around, taking in the spotless room bathed in morning sunlight streaming through the floor–to–ceiling windows.

She was dressed in soft, dry cotton pajamas, and there was a gentle hint of healing herbs lingering in the air instead of any sharp antiseptic smell.

She definitely wasn’t in a hospital, or that stuffy utility room at Cherry Grove.

The decorations looked strangely familiar, especially Vincent van Gogh’s “Sunflowers” hanging on the wall.

“Is this Mr. Sterling’s place?” she asked.

Annabelle replied, “Yeah, I couldn’t get there in time, so I begged Uncle Richard to help you. He brought you straight here to recover. Sophie, why didn’t you ever tell me you saved his father?”

Annabelle thought, ‘No wonder Uncle Richard, who was always icy and distant, would actually agree to save Sophie. Turns out, Sophia had saved his father’s life before.

“Just did what anyone would,” Sophia replied softly.

She’d never planned on cashing in on that favor, and she definitely wasn’t about to go bragging about saving Edmund all

“Girl, surviving all this means luck’s on your side. Why not shoot your shot with Uncle Richard and become my aunt–in-

law?” Annabelle said.

Annabelle had always felt Sophia was way too good for Lucas–marrying him was such a waste of her.

Now the baby was gone, and Lucas had turned into an abusive jerk. It was high time for Sophia to walk away from that loser and start living her best life.

Sophia thought back to her awkward run–ins with Richard and honestly got chills just recalling them.

She said, “Come on, don’t kid around. He’s way too distinguished for me.”

Sophia had zero romantic interest in Richard. He was just way too accomplished. Every time she saw him, it only made her feel unworthy and small.

Even catching herself daydreaming about him would be flat–out disrespectful.

Anyway, men were the last thing on her mind right now. She was dead set on chasing money and making sure anyone who’d screwed her over regretted it.