Chapter 65
Chapter 65
Sophia’s fists clenched, her body trembling. It finally clicked. He wanted her to kneet–anotheryer
of humiliation. Every time before, it was the muscle of his guards or the force of his shove. This
time, though, it was different. He’d ripped apart her body and soul, trampled her dignity, and now he
wanted to break her spirit, grinding her pride into the snow. “Will kneeling save my father?” she
rasped.
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Jason’s gaze remained locked on the bruises marring her skin. The more he stared, the hotter his
anger burned, Coupled with those muffled sounds from the phone call days ago, his fury became a
destructive storm. If he couldn’t have her, he’d break her. “You don’t get to bargain,” he spat.
“Kneel, or your father rots in prison.”
A frail smile flickered on Sophia’s lips as she looked at him through the snowfall. Her hand reached
out hesitantly, fingers brushing the memory of his features in the air. This face, once burned into her
very being, was slowly slipping away. Like the wind scattering snowkes, it would soon be gone.
“Jason, you’ll never understand what this means.”
With that, she sank down, her trembling legs giving way. Her pride, her love, her admiration and
fight, the foolish infatuation of youth–all buried beneath the snow. Tears streamed down her face,
yet she kept that fragile smile, watching the handsome face blur before her, her
heart turning to ash.
Jason watched in silence, gaze fixed on the tears tracing tracks down her cheeks. His own fingers
twitched at his side, a sudden tightness constricting his chest. He reached out instinctively, fingers
meeting nothing but empty air and the chilling touch of snowkes. In that moment, a strange sense
of loss washed over him. He looked at the woman kneeling before him, a flicker of panic crossing
his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he forced down the unexpected emotions. “Spare yourself the
dramatics,” he said coldly. “Don’t you dare embarrass me out here. Go kneel in the courtyard of
ssa Garden.” With that, he turned and strode away, his figure oddly disheveled, almost like a
retreat
Sophia slowly wiped away the smile, the pain in her eyes fading to a cold, sorrowful emptiness. The
snowfall intensified. Time blurred, her consciousness slipping until a panicked shout jolted her
awake. “Sophia! Wake up, you’ll freeze!”
She opened her eyes to see Amanda’s worried face hovering above, Sophia tried a smile, pulling at
the corners of her frozen lips. “Amanda, what are you doing here?”
Amanda blinked back tears, her voice thick with emotion. “I called Mr. rk. He chewed me out for
letting you leave the estate.” The truth was, worry gnawed at her. She’d sent people to find Sophia’s
family home and rushed over. “Why are you in the snow? Did you pass out?”
Sophia met Amanda’s caring gaze, and a spark of warmth thawed her frozen heart. She didn’t want
to worry Amanda, so she yed along. “Yeah, I felt a pain in my chest as soon as I came here, just
copsed.” A weak smile. “Thanks for caring, Amanda.”
Amanda looked at Sophia’s pale face, a lump forming in her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes.
This woman was pitiful. Injured, pregnant, bullied by a husband who seemed determined to suck
her dry. Jason was a heartless jerk, didn’t deserve to know about the baby, didn’t deserve to be a
husband or a father, Karma would get him someday. “Let’s get you back to Mr. rk’s ce. We
can talkter, when he gets back from his trip. He’ll be back in five days.”
Sophia shook her head, voice hoarse. “No point. Take me back to ssa Garden. My dad did
something wrong, Jason has proof.” Amanda opened her mouth to argue, but Sophia cut her off.
“No one else can save him, Amanda. I have to go back.”
Later that afternoon, Jason returned to ssa Garden with Ada. As they stepped out of the car, a
chilling sight met their eyes. A woman knelt in the snow. Sophia leaned back against the swing, her
face frosty, eyes shut tight, looking as though she were dead.