Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76

Sophia’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “Well, your parents are standing right there. Why don’t you ask them if this card is really theirs?”

Charles had once given Sophia a bank card with a 50 thousand dollars limit, but she didn’t keep it. Instead, she passed it to her secretary and had the money donated straight to an orphanage.

As for Margaret, she would never give Sophia a bank card. Ever since Sophia came back, Margaret had held a grudge, blaming her for driving Emily away.

And she made sure every cent of Sophia’s would–be allowance wound up in Emily’s pockets instead.

Margaret always said that Sophia had everything she needed at home. But poor Emily was out there having a tough time, and without money, she couldn’t take a single step. So naturally, Emily deserved the extra cash.

Charles frowned and said, “Enough, David. Give the card back to your sister.”

If this drama kept going, they’d all lose face here.

David froze, his gaze darting from Charles to Margaret’s slightly guilty expression. He couldn’t believe that the card in his hand wasn’t from his parents.

Emily was stunned when she saw the black card David was holding.

She thought, ‘That card is a global limited edition, the kind even the Evans family doesn’t have. How did Sophia get her hands on one?‘

Emily chimed in, “David, that card isn’t from Mom and Dad. It’s from Lucas.”

David smirked, regaining his edge. “So much for being independent, huh? Still gotta mooch off some guy. Seriously, have you no shame?

“You had someone rough Lucas up so badly that he was stuck in bed for half a month, and you still dare use his card?”

Sophia’s brow furrowed, but before she could say anything, Annabelle, fuming, couldn’t hold back anymore.

“So what? A domestic abuser deserves whatever he gets!” Annabelle shot back at David, her finger stabbing at him. “And that card you’re holding? It belongs to Sophie. None of you has any say over it.”

Emily scoffed. “Ms. Quinn, I know you’re her friend and all, and I don’t blame you for backing her up. But seriously, she’s just a marketing manager. How on earth would she ever get her hands on a black card?”

Emily thought, “That black card is a global limited edition. Even the Evans family doesn’t have one. What makes Sophia think she deserves it?’

Before Sophia could say a word in response to his brazen threat, Charles’s and Margaret’s faces fell.

“David, knock it off. She’s still your sister.” Margaret rushed over and grabbed hold of his arm.

After last time, Margaret knew all too well how hard–hearted Sophia could be. If David dared to lay a hand on her again, she’d absolutely call the police and make sure he ended up behind bars.

Sophia’s back slammed into the counter, pain washing over her face and turning it ghostly pale. She didn’t make a single sound for ages.

Annabelle rushed to steady her, eyes narrowing at the cold sweat beading on Sophia’s forehead. She looked ready to rush over and beat the crap out of David, but Sophia caught her arm before she could move.

Sophia shook her head at Annabelle. There were four of them. If things turned ugly, they wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Let it go, Annabelle. Let’s get out of here first,” Sophia said.

Annabelle ground her teeth. They were tough, but it was not easy for them to deal with a lunatic. Two against four–they were totally outmatched. Picking a fight here would only mean walking straight into their trap.