Chapter 77 I was the One Who Drove
Chapter 77 I was the One Who Drove
The phone rang once, and Stephen realized what he was doing and immediately hung up. He closed
the curtain, turned around, threw the mobile phone on the sofa, and lied back to bed to sleep.
Even though he closed his eyes and listened attentively to what was happening outside, he did not get
up again.
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From the moment he stepped into guest room, Calvin started packing. After packing, he took his mobile
phone to make a phone call and book a flight. Vincent could not stop him.
"Vincent, I know you are kind. I took your advice and came back from America to see her, but what did I
see? Sophia talked and laughed with a man, or two or even more!"
"Vincent, she killed a person with a car, I can understand her carelessness. My mother slipped down
the stairs on her provocation, and I may forgive her, but now?"
Calvin's voice was getting louder and louder, pointing out of the window, ruthlessly, like a dagger. If
Sophia was standing in front of him now, this finger would poke directly into Sophia's heart: "Now! She
was drinking and having fun with men and she knew my mother was dead! My mother were nice to
her!"
Calvin pulled the suitcase. "Before, I thought she was my sister. Now, I feel sick I have the same
surname as her!" He kicked in the packed suitcase, asked in disbelief, "Vincent, why there are
unthankful men like Sophia in the world? Why is she such a wicked daughter? If I had known she
would ruin the family, she would have died in that car accident five years ago!"
Calvin said maliciously, and Vincent’s face slightly changed. Calvin was also aware of his own words
were wrong, silently turned around, stood in front of the window, gasping for breath.
As if it didn't calm the rage, he went to the table irritably, picked up a pack of cigarettes, opened it, and
smoked one in his mouth. There was a lighter on the table that the hotel had already prepared. Calvin
picked it up and lit it. His hand was shaking so much that he tried it several times without success.
Vincent went to him and took out the lighter in his pocket to lit it for him. Calvin took a deep breath, and
the smoke choked into his lungs. He immediately took it out, bent over and coughed violently. He
coughed for a while, recovered his strength, and continued to smoke his cigarette.
Vincent took a look at him, he also lit a cigarette, take a puff, spit out several beautiful smoke ring.
Men were different from women. Women could cry when sad, but men were unwilling to shed tears, so
they used tobacco and alcohol to numb their own. Vincent originally did not smoke. After Sophia was
sent to prison, to be precise, after getting married with Ella, he began to smoke. From a new smoker
like Calvin, he became skillful.
When a cigarette was almost finished, Vincent said, "Calvin, your sister actually has a hard time. She is
not what you see. Your sister..."
"Vincent, I don't want to hear this woman's name!” Calvin interrupted Vincent's words.
Vincent saw his stubbornness and did not go on.
Another cigarette was finished, Vincent’s mobile phone rang. After noticing the caller ID, Vincent
refused to answer, but the caller kept calling again and again. Vincent refused again and again.
Calvin became less angry. As the phone rang again, he looked at Vincent: "Vincent, pick it up."
Vincent put the phone through, Ella's impatient voice immediately came: "Vincent, where are you? Why
didn't you answer my phone?"
Vincent spit out a smoke ring: "I am in the hotel with Calvin." After a pause, Vincent said, "It's true. I
didn't lie to you." Then Vincent got agitated, "If you do not believe me, come over to see!" Then he
hung up the phone.
Calvin looked at Vincent frowning and said: "Vincent, be nice to your wife. Forget Sophia, and live well
with Ella. Sophia is not worth it."
Think of that he saw Sophia stayed with two men, Calvin was angry. He could not understand how his
good-hearted sister, who had been in prison for five years, would become such a person. If this scene
was known by Mom and Dad, they would be sad.
Seeing that Sophia was misunderstood by Calvin, Vincent felt upset and spoke for Sophia: "Calvin,
your sister did nothing wrong. I feel sorry for her, I should wait for her out of prison, I should not......
"Vincent! You do not have to explain. You made your effort. I know it clearly! You're not wrong about
getting married! '
At the beginning of Vincent's marriage, Calvin felt sorry for his sister. But when his mother died, this
feeling disappeared. Now when he saw Sophia again, he felt sorry for Vincent. He even had a kind of
pleasure: Sophia, you are unthankful, you deserve to be abandoned by Vincent!
Vincent swallowed his words. Seeing hatred on Calvin’s face, Vincent was guilty: Sophia, sorry. It is my
fault, in those years, if I had...
It was broad daylight. Calvin walked out of the hotel with his suitcase. He booked the ten o’clock flight
this morning. Vincent wanted to stop him, but Calvin was stubborn. In the car, Vincent secretly sent a
text message to Sophia.
After putting down the phone, looking at Calvin's angry face, Vincent thought of the blood on the
ground Sophia left in the toilet after the suicide. He became more and more guilty: "Calvin."
Calvin turned to look at him.
Vincent could not help shaking hands: Tell him. Tell him. Tell him that the driver was him, not Sophia.
Even if Calvin hated him, it was better for him to hate Sophia more.
He was actually afraid that Sophia would commit suicide again. He didn't want to see anything like that
again.
"Vincent, what do you want to say?" Seeing him silent for a long time, Calvin asked.
Vincent bit his teeth and opened his mouth: "Calvin, you misunderstood your sister. I was the one
drove, not your sister."
After saying this, Vincent seemed to have courage all of a sudden and said everything in his heart: "It
was I who drove to pick up your sister. I drank and killed someone. It was your sister who helped me
take the blame. She was actually going to prison for me."