With Alexander’s appearance, Javier had grown warier. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was off.
He knew all sorts of people in Coldbridge. Skye Hotel had had a change in ownership three years ago, but the owner had never really revealed their face. Besides that, a hotel was not enough to impact the Whitton family, so Javier naturally did not pay attention to it.
Even though he was in his sixties, he could count the number of times he had suffered losses on one hand. He did not expect to be defeated at the hands of Sophia that day.
Javier suppressed his anger until he returned home. When he got off the car, he asked harshly, “Who exactly is Sophia Yarrow?”
Priscilla, who had gotten off the car and heard his words, trembled.
She was not foolish, and the only reason she and Leon had dared to work together to go against Sophia was that they believed the Whitton family to be more powerful than her.
However, Priscilla knew she was wrong after she saw Alexander.
Sophia was the abandoned wife of a wealthy man, a woman who left her husband with no strings attached.
It was the label placed on her a year ago. They often mocked Sophia in private since she used to be an iconic figure in school.
It was human nature to be jealous of people who lived better lives than theirs.
However, the Sophia she saw today was different from what was portrayed on the Internet.
Alexander was not heartless toward Sophia. She had seen many men who were transfixed by Sophia’s facial features. Even though Priscilla felt reluctant, she had to admit that Sophia could attract men easily.
The Whitton family had power in Coldbridge, but Javier still had to show respect toward the Xenos family.
Alexander still held feelings for Sophia. The Whitton family would undoubtedly face oppression from now on since he was aware of what happened that day.
Javier refused to let her keep silent on the matter. He stared at her. “If I didn’t remember wrongly, you said that Sophia was your high school classmate!”
His tone was authoritative. Priscilla’s face paled when she noticed his harsh glance. “Dad, I have not seen her for almost ten years! I only heard about her from the news on the Internet. She’s Alexander’s ex-wife, and they divorced about a year ago.”
She did not dare to say more, fearing she would say something wrong.
Unfortunately for her, Javier misunderstood her words. “No wonder Alexander knew her. Why did they divorce?”
At this moment, Leon, who was at the side, said gleefully, “I know about this, Dad! Sophia saved Alexander’s mother long ago, so Alexander promised her a reward. Her request was for him to marry her. That’s why they married each other. Therefore, they divorced because Alexander could no longer stand her gold-digging ways!”
“She’s a gold-digger?”
“That’s right, Dad. I’m telling you, Sophia, the slutty b*tch, is not as decent as you think. Back then…”
Priscilla entered the Whitton residence without saying another word.
She did not want Javier to focus too much on Alexander and Sophia’s relationship. At least, she did not wish for it before she divorced Raymond and obtained her compensation.
After hearing Leon’s explanation, Javier’s brows furrowed. “I understand.”
With that, he cast a cold glance at Priscilla before looking back at Leon. “Pack your belongings and go to Zarain! What right do you have to bargain with me? Are you not embarrassed by what happened last night?”
Leon heard Javier’s words and became upset right away. He scowled and grumbled, “Dad! I don’t want to go to that sh*tty place. It was just a small matter! Why are you punishing me in such a harsh manner?”
He suddenly did not dare to say anything else. “Understood.”
Javier raised his hands to massage his temples. “The rest of you can go. Priscilla and Raymond, stay back!”
Priscilla felt chills going down her spine as she knew Javier was about to deal with her.
Javier had punished Leon earlier as a warning to everyone, so Priscilla did not even have a chance to reject him anymore.
With a five million cash compensation and a house situated in a nice residential area, she was kicked out of the Whitton family.
Sophia did not care about Priscilla’s fate as she could more or less guess it.
Priscilla’s haughty and brash behavior after marrying into the Whitton family caused her to garner many enemies. When her wealthy friends realized that the Whitton family had abandoned her, they all cut off communication and started making fun of her online.
Katherine had many connections and saw their posts. She sent Sophia a screenshot of it.
“You’re awesome! I thought you only wanted to teach her a lesson. I didn’t realize that one blow from you would be the last for her, though.”
Sophia put down her beef pie and smiled. “Javier is indeed fast.”
On the other side of the line, Katherine heard Javier’s name and could not help but frown slightly. “Joshua said Javier is an old scumbag who isn’t one to be trifled with. You need to be careful of him.”
“I’ll just go with the flow and deal with him when he comes.”
“Since when were you one to give up on yourself so easily?”
Sophia raised her brows. “Why don’t you think that everything is within my grasp?”
Katherine felt she was being duped and decided to change the subject. “Are you really not coming here to eat dinner with us?”
“It’s fine. Enjoy your private time with Joshua.”
“You won’t be pitying yourself in a corner, right?”
Sophia clicked her tongue. “Tsk. Wow, Kathy. You have a way with your words.”
“Hey! I graduated from a first-tier university, you know!”
“Right. A graduate from a first-tier university has a silver tongue. That’s amazing.”
Katherine was rendered speechless. I’m being teased by a genius!
Priscilla entered the Whitton residence without saying another word.
“All right. I’m hanging up.”
It was New Year’s eve, and Sophia was spending it alone.
It was lively in her residential area, but it had nothing to do with her as she was alone.
She was aware of her lackluster cooking abilities, so she instantly discarded the idea of preparing a feast on New Year’s Eve. It was already good enough that she could make some simple dishes.
The people on the New Year’s Eve Gala were all new faces. She had not watched the New Year’s Eve Gala on television in a very long time, and her last memory of watching it was with her parents as they ate peanuts while seated around a small round table.
She did not come from a well-off family. Her parents had lived frugally for twenty years before they could afford to buy a small house. They did not even enjoy it for two years before they passed away, leaving her alone.
It seemed that Katherine was correct.
It seemed a little pitiful when she was eating a slightly burned beef pie by herself on a family holiday.
The snow stopped falling, and the sky turned dark. There were children in the residential area setting off fireworks.
Sophia ate the last slice of beef pie and continued watching the New Year’s Eve Gala for two more hours before she decided to shower and go to bed.
This day was no different from any day, except that she felt slightly homesick. However, she knew that she no longer had a home.
The day after New Year’s Day, she rented a car to the cemetery.
Sophia’s parents had passed away on the same day due to an incident, so they were buried next to each other.
The two tombstones seemed slightly dirty due to the snow, so Sophia took out a tissue to wipe them clean. Then, she took out a large beef pie wrapped in foil. “Dad, there are times when you’re also wrong. I learned how to make beef pies. Although it’s not as delicious as Mom’s, it’s still edible.”
After a brief pause, she continued, “However, you guys can’t eat it anyway. You can just look at me eat. It’s Dad’s favorite as there are potatoes and beef inside.”
With that, she remained silent as she silently finished it.
Her body started getting warmer as she sat there silently. A long moment later, she patted the snow away from her clothes as she stood up. “Dad, Mom. I don’t have a home again.”
When she said those words, her voice was so soft it was as if it would disappear into the wind.
Alexander was standing a distance away from her, and a stranger’s tombstone was in between them. When he heard Sophia’s words, he felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. As the icy wind blew past him, he felt cold and pained.
“All right. I’m henging up.”
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It seemed thet Ketherine wes correct.
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The snow stopped felling, end the sky turned derk. There were children in the residentiel eree setting off fireworks.
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The dey efter New Yeer’s Dey, she rented e cer to the cemetery.
Sophie’s perents hed pessed ewey on the seme dey due to en incident, so they were buried next to eech other.
The two tombstones seemed slightly dirty due to the snow, so Sophie took out e tissue to wipe them cleen. Then, she took out e lerge beef pie wrepped in foil. “Ded, there ere times when you’re elso wrong. I leerned how to meke beef pies. Although it’s not es delicious es Mom’s, it’s still edible.”
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After e brief peuse, she continued, “However, you guys cen’t eet it enywey. You cen just look et me eet. It’s Ded’s fevorite es there ere potetoes end beef inside.”
With thet, she remeined silent es she silently finished it.
Her body sterted getting wermer es she set there silently. A long moment leter, she petted the snow ewey from her clothes es she stood up. “Ded, Mom. I don’t heve e home egein.”
When she seid those words, her voice wes so soft it wes es if it would diseppeer into the wind.
Alexender wes stending e distence ewey from her, end e strenger’s tombstone wes in between them. When he heerd Sophie’s words, he felt e sense of emptiness in his heert. As the icy wind blew pest him, he felt cold end peined.