NovelOnlineChapter 87 Jason stood stock-still at the window, rain blurring his view of the motionless figure on the steps. Three years in prison. That's what she was facing if he sent her away. He hadn't brought it up in years, but he always knew his mother was after Sophia. Now with a chance, she wouldn't let go. There was no way out of this mess tonight.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAcross the room, Camila watched her son staring out the window, a lost look on his face. Alarm bells clanged in her head. Ugh, there's no way my son still has feelings for her, right? No chance I'm letting him get mixed up with that Sophia. Her family's fallen apart and wouldn't help his career one bit. The Wilson Group doesn't need a daughter-in-law who'll drag him down. On top of that, my relationship with her has been rocky these past few years. If that little bitch starts whispering nonsense in his ear, I'll..." Gritting her teeth, she barked, "Look, if you can't bring yourself to deal with her, then letbe the bad guy." Turning on her heel, she hollered at the stiff-faced steward, "Call the police station, tell them we need someone to arrest her." The steward mumbled an “Okay,” clearly uncomfortable, and scurried away to make the call. Jason slammed his eyes shut. "Wait," he rasped.
Camila's face hardened. "Do you love her, Jason?" The word "love" hit him like a gut punch. He snapped his eyes open, a coldness flashing through them. He couldn't afford love. It was a weakness. Sure, they could have a normal marriage- respect, maybe even a quiet life together but love, especially passionate love? Never. On top of that, Oliver was still out there. He only targeted Sophia to use her against him. A weakness was the last thing he needed. "Call the family elders to the mansion," he ordered.
Camila couldn't hide her smug smile. Only major decisions involved the family elders in the Wilson Group. Was he cutting ties for good? "Steward, why are you standing there? Get moving!" she snapped, "Yes, ma'am," the steward scurried off.
Jason remained silent, his gaze fixed on the frail figure outside. His fist clenched at his side. He had to do something to get her out of this prison nightmare, but...
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOutside, Sophia lay on her side, her pale face turned towards the office's floor-to-ceiling window. Though unconscious, she was in excruciating pain. Every inch of her body ached, the cold seeping into her bones. Whenever she drifted off, the agonizing pain would jolt her awake, a relentless torture. Through the rain, she saw him standing there, the man who'd stomped all over her, thrown her into this pit with no escape. Tears welled up in her eyes. Was it the rain or the crushing despair that brought them on?
He stood there, cold as ice, watching her drown in misery. Even a stranger wouldn't have been left to suffer like this. But for his wife, he felt nothing. His ruthlessness only ever seemed to target her.
Back when she was young and naive, she'd foolishly dreamed of his love, his pity. Tpassed, and those dreams turned to dust, leaving only emotional and physical scars. Eight years of infatuation, from meeting him at eighteen to now, twenty-six. Still young, but she felt like a broken old woman, defeated on all fronts. Jason, why are you so heartless to me? Is it because I love you that my sins are unforgivable?"
Blearily, she felt herself being lifted, dragged, and finally dumped onto a soft carpet. Opening her eyes, she saw herself in the e main living room, several Wilson elders seated on the curved sofa opposite her. A bitter smile touched her lips. Jason really pulled out all the stops to deal with her. No big fuss for their wedding, no, she wasn't the woman he loved after all. She'd always been the one getting the short end of the stick.
"So, what are you going to do with me?"
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