Chapter 147: About Angel’s child
"Angel... what about her child?" Sophia’s voice trembled as she exhaled, her breath barely escaping her lips.
She stared at him, searching his expression, desperate for an answer.
But in that moment, she realized something chilling—she was terrified of the words that would come next. A deep, unshakable fear settled in her chest, wrapping around her like an iron chain. Still, she forced herself to continue.
"What did you do to her?" Her voice was sharper now, laced with barely restrained fury. "I know you, Arthur. You wouldn’t just let her go. You wouldn’t let her have that child. After all, you never let me have mine."
Her last words cut through the space between them like a blade, each syllable coated in venomous pain.
Her body tensed, her fingers curling into trembling fists. A suffocating weight pressed against her chest, and for a split second, she felt like she might collapse under the storm of emotions raging inside her.
When Angel had told her the truth—everything that had happened—it shattered her.
Every wound Arthur had inflicted on her, every scar he had carved into her soul, burned anew. But now, standing here, faced with the cruelty in his gaze, she knew one thing for certain.
If this was the moment she was meant to break, then so be it. But she wouldn’t shatter into something weak. No—she would rise.
If this meant stepping into the darkness, becoming something she had never dared to be, then she was ready. She would ride this storm like a warrior, unflinching, unafraid.
Arthur’s lips curled into a slow, deliberate smile, stretching so wide it nearly touched his ears. His dark eyes gleamed with something sinister, something that made her stomach twist with dread.