The tears she had been holding back suddenly flowed uncontrollably.
She covered her mouth with one hand, suppressing the sobs.
But the faint whimpering leaked out and traveled clearly through the phone, reaching Charles Seymour's ears, making his eyebrows knit into a tight knot.
He rushed towards Sophie Wilson with large strides, his face dark as he coldly and urgently asked, "What's wrong?"
In the next second, the soft body that leapt into his embrace made his body stiffen and his mind go blank.
The sound of crying from the person in his arms, and the tears soaking through his shirt and burning into his heart, deeply scorched him: "Who bullied you?"
These five words, imbued with intense murderous intent, were fiercely spat out.
If someone bullied her, he wouldn't mind reverting to his old ways!
"You." The single word from Sophie Wilson left all the cold, murderous aura Charles Seymour had unleashed hanging awkwardly in mid-air.
