Chapter 352 - 348: The Unbearable Betrayal (4)
"Why are you so afraid of me?" He didn’t expose her; he wanted to see how long she could keep up the act.
"I, I’m not." She looked down at his hand wrapped in white gauze, her brows furrowing.
"What’s wrong with your hand?" As she reached out, before touching his hand, he had already tucked it behind him.
"No need for your concern."
Sophie stole a glance at Robert behind him, seeing disdain in Robert’s eyes, as he turned his head to the other side.
Therefore, by her intuition, she thought she should know everything now.
Nanny Garcia stood aside, sensing the increasingly tense atmosphere.
"Young Master, Miss Smith, why don’t you stop standing and have a meal?"
"Nanny Garcia, have everyone in the hall leave." His eyes were fixed on her helpless, pitiful little face. He admitted that the more he saw her like this, the more unsettled he felt.
"Young Master, what, what are you planning to do..."
"I said, get out!"
Asher Land’s face was extremely grim. Nanny Garcia was frozen, but Robert started to move, driving all the servants out of the hall and locking the door.
Fear gripped Sophie’s heart; his expression seemed as though he wished her dead.
"Why did you do that?" He snarled, cornering her against the wall.
"Asher, I’m sorry, I..."
How should she explain all this? Her father was still in Oliver Johnson’s hands; she couldn’t act recklessly.
"Speak!"
His shout left her at a loss, her hands nervously searching for somewhere to rest.
Tears welled in her eyes, she bit her lip hard, struggling to hold back.
"Don’t show that expression in front of me! You better tell me clearly when you started colluding with Oliver Johnson!"
"I, ..." She hated herself for being this way—weak, conflicted, unable to say anything.
"Hah, Sophie, do you have a heart? What terrible crime did I commit against you for you to stab me in the back like this?" He let out a cold laugh, the smile on his lips filled with despair, "I don’t care if others betray me, but you can’t!"
It was as if he suddenly lost his senses, his large hand gripping her neck tightly, pinning her body against the cold wall.
"It hurts..." Her face twisted in pain, she struggled uneasily, "Let go, let me go..."
She felt herself suffocating, yet his grip showed no sign of loosening.
Did he truly want her dead?
Yes, she had betrayed him; she deserved a thousand deaths.
She closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks, giving up her resistance.
His grip tightened bit by bit, just when she thought she was going to die, he suddenly released her.
Her body collapsed weakly, sliding slowly down the wall.
His cold gaze surveyed her from above with contempt, as if she were something repulsive.
"I’ll give you one more chance, will you speak or not?"
Her eyes were vacant, after a while, she shook her head.
"You!..."
For a moment, he had nothing to say.
So from the beginning to the end, she was that sharp-clawed little wildcat.
It turned out, she had never given up on leaving him.
No matter how sincerely he treated her, in her eyes, it was worthless.
"It was me being delusional. Sophie, in your heart, what the hell do I mean to you!"