Drenched in Love

Chapter 50 None of Your Business

Vincent walked out of the ST cemetery holding Sophia who was in coma.

As he reached the gate, he saw a Bentley on the curb and the man in a white suit in it - Stephen.

Vincent took a look at Stephen and called him "Mr. Berry", and then he walked to the Porsche holding

Sophia.

Stephen said aloud, "Mr. Adams, you can't take this woman away."

Vincent looked at Stephen and said, "Mr. Berry, I know Sophia is an employee of your company, but

you are only her leader. It is off work now. Mr. Berry, you are not qualified to stop me from taking her

away."

Stephen chuckled and walked over to Vincent, “Mr. Adams, Sophia is not only an employee of my

company, but also a servant in my villa. At this moment she is still at my disposal."

Vincent's face slightly changed: Sophia's life had been difficult to this point? In addition to the normal

work, she had to be servant after work.

"Mr. Berry, I am here to resign on behalf of Sophia. From now on, Sophia will no longer be your

servant. As for her job, I'll make her quit, too."

"Mr. Adams, this is a matter between me and Sophia, and it is not your business."

After that, Stephen stretched out to take Sophia from the arms of Vincent.

Vincent did not want to let go, but Stephen's eyes were too cold and he got strong aura. Under his

pressure, he watched Stephen take Sophia away. When he came back to his sense, Stephen had put

Sophia into the car.

Vincent got in the car and wanted to go after him. A white Maserati came over and stopped his car. Ella

got out of the car and held her four-year-old son in her arms. "Vincent, our son is waiting for you to

have dinner."

When they were back to the villa, Stephen put Sophia on the bed in the guest room. After carefully

looking at Sophia, he found that Sophia's two hands were injured, so were the feet. One of the feet was

sprained, because there was no timely treatment, the blood seeped out, and her ankle had swollen.

Stephen took out his mobile phone and made a call. Soon there were a dozen people showed up in the

empty villa. There was a doctor, servants, and a man to raise his horse.

"Do what you used to do. Doctor Joe, come with me to the guest room."

Sophia had a dream that when she was very young, her mother accompanied her to do her homework.

There was one problem she couldn't figure out. Her mother explained it to her, but she still couldn't

understand it.

She was worried, her mother comforted her and patiently explained to her again, but she still did not

understand it and got angry with her mother, and then there was blood from her mother's eyes and

nose, and then, her mother was lying on the ground motionless.

"Mom!"

Sophia woke up in the nightmare.

Seeing the familiar room, Sophia felt relieved: Oh, it was just a nightmare. But then she held her

breath.

The memory came back to her and her face grew paler. It wasn't a dream. It was true. Her Mom was

dead.

Tears blurred her eyes. Sophia bit her lips, lifted the blanket and got off the bed. As she touched the

ground, she felt pain and fell to the ground.

The door opened, Stephen in white walked in from the outside. He looked at Sophia on the ground,

frowning, “If you don't want to make your foot completely useless, you had better go back to bed."

Sophia found that her ankle had been bandaged. That was where the biting pain came from.

Sophia bit her teeth and climbed back to bed. She lay down on the bed and stared unblinkingly at the

ceiling in a daze

The ears again blurred her eyes, dropping from the corner of eyes. Sophia clutched the blanket with

her hands, trying not to cry.

The pain hit the back of her hand. Sophia did not let go, but grasped it more tightly. At this time, only

the physical pain could alleviate the pain in her heart.

The door opened again. Hannah walked in and whispered to Stephen, “Mr. Berry, Mr. Adams is at the

door and wants to see you."

Stephen looked at Sophia. Sophia heard Hannah's words and turned to him. When they looked at each

other, Sophia’s eyes were firm, “Let him go! I don't want to see him!”

If she caused her mother’s death, then Vincent was the culprit. If not Vincent ran over the person, if not

he let her take the blame for him, her mother would not die...

But Sophia still had doubts in mind. When she went to prison, her mother was as sad as when she just

knew it. Why would her mother fall down the stairs? Was it really an accident?

Stephen said nothing. Another servant came in and whispered to Hannah. Hannah's eyes flashed and

she told Stephen what the servant had said, “Sir, Mr. Adams's wife came to find him, and Mr. Adams

and his wife left together."

Hearing this, Stephen did not respond. Sophia sneered: Vincent, you do love your wife!

Sophia's foot was tweaked and her hand was also injured. Stephen showed mercy and allowed her to

stay at home doing nothing. There were even servants to take care of her. But Sophia had bad days.

Because of the foot injury, what she did most of the time was lying in bed and sleeping.

Sleep would do her good. It would take her mind off the fact that her mother had died. But sometimes

she would dream about her mother dying in front of her eyes.

That night, Sophia dreamed of her mother. Her mother in the dream asked her covering with blood,

“Sophia, You're the one who killed me! Sophia, it's you who killed me!"

Sophia exclaimed and got up from the bed.

Stephen always had light sleep. Hearing the cry from downstairs, he frowned, stepped on the slippers

downstairs, went to the door of the room where Sophia lived, stretched out his hand to push the door

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There was nobody in the bed.

Stephen frowned, and, through the light coming in from window, found Sophia in the corner.

Sophia squatted there barefoot. With her arms tightly clinging to her body, she shivered.