Chapter 107
Sophia slept until after eleven the next day. When she opened her eyes, she saw the light seeping
through the curtains, which had not been fully drawn.
Immediately, she squinted her eyes and called out, “Genie, draw the curtains.” Two seconds after she
sat up, she finally recalled that she was in Coldbridge, not Jadeborough.
It really takes a while to get used to this.
Coldbridge was colder than Jadeborough, but that day was a rare sunny day—the sun outside was
shining brightly.
After finishing a te of pasta, Sophia picked a book, sat on the recliner on the balcony, and began
reading it.
Truth be told, she found life there cozy.
A day passed by in the blink of an eye. Katherine would have to join the film crew and begin filming the
next day, so before she boarded the ne, she bombarded Sophia with a bunch of nonsense.
At the end of her bombardment, a rare question came from the usually-carefree woman. “Why did you
reply to my message sotest night?”
Sophia''s fingers, which had been turning the pages, froze. “I couldn''t get a cab.”
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“It was over half an hour. Why didn''t you tell me that you couldn''t get a cab? Do you have someone
else? Why else did you not call me so that I could send you back? Is yourck of response a silent
agreement? Does that mean I''m right? Oh my God, Soph!”
Unable to stand the other woman jumping to conclusions, Sophia blurted out, “I encountered
something.”
“What thing? It can''t be that the Whittons sent someone after you, right?”
Sophia clicked her tongue. “As expected of thedy who''s finally a year older. You''ve gotten smarter.”
“I see. The WiFi at the hospital must not be bad. It seems like both of us are finally on the same
frequency. How much was thepensation?”
She really has gotten smarter. She now knows how to counterattack.
Sophia arched a brow. “Do I look like someone that violent?”
Do I look like I''ll easily send someone to the hospital?
“You should have more confidence in yourself—you are.”
“Bye.”
At that, Katherine hastily cried out, “Don''t! You haven''t told me what''s going on!”
Sophia chuckled. “Didn''t you say everything?”
I didn''t even get to say anything before you blurted out the ending, Katherine. What else do you want
me to talk about?
“It''s mainly because I believe you.”
“I see. Then I might have done something that will send you into disbelief.”
Sophia had been in a bad mood, and she had drunk two sses of red wine the day before. Of all
days, the Whittons had picked the day before to confront her.
Katherine scoffed. “You underestimate me. How can I not know what kind of person you are?”
Very well!
Sophia smiled. “The Whittons sent someone to kidnap me. After I beat the guy up, I took a baseball
bat, went to the Whitton residence, and wrecked two of their living rooms, as well as the antiques in
their study.”
“Oh my God!”
She''s a ruthless one!
A beatter, Katherine asked, “Then are you fine?”
She knew Sophia was telling her the truth. When she thought about what Joshua told her about the
Whittons, worry abruptly seeped into her heart, and she dropped the lighthearted demeanor.
“Alexander was there too.”
“Have the two of you rekindled your rtionship?”
Irked, Sophia snorted. “Is that what yournguage teacher taught you to say?”
“That isn''t the main point. The main point is why you''re with Alexander again.”
“You might not believe me if I were to tell you that we met by chance.”
“Then please tell me something that''ll make me believe you.”
Sophia pursed her lips tightly. Then, she told her friend a brief summary of what happened between her
and Alexander.
Just as she was done with her exnation, Katherine began snarling, “Has Alexander lost all sense of
shame? Even if he''s shameless, you''re not! That jerk! How dare he try to regret his decision?”
“Maybe you''re right about him being a jerk, but I''m not going to regret my decision.”
“Good! Keep it that way! Ah! I''m about to board the ne. Let''s talk another time when I''m onnd
again.” With that said, the call ended.
Sophia nced at her screen and raised a brow. After a moment of contemtion, she called Yvonne.
She was nning to return to Jadeborough in two more days.
The day before her return, Sophia drove around Coldbridge.
Her house had been demolished, and thepensation back then had not been a lot—only a little over
two hundred thousand. Where her house used to be was now a business district, and the nearby
residential area cost seven to eight thousand per square meter.
Coldbridge''s weather had been pleasant for the past two days. After parking the rental car, Sophia got
out of the car, about to head to an old restaurant for her lunch.
It was the third day into the new year, and some of the shops by the street had resumed business. Still,
the ce was rtively quiet, and Sophia was swift to pick a pasta restaurant.
An old couple ran the shop, and Sophia was the only patron there.
After her meal, she then began walking along the river that surrounded the city.
The wind was strong. Back when Sophia was still in junior high, her father would ride the bicycle to pick
her up from school. At that time, her family was struggling to make ends meet, so they could not afford
a car after buying a house.
Every time her father went to pick her up, he woulde with the knitted hat that her mother made,
and he would put it on for her. Once he pulled down the edges of the hat, almost her entire face would
be shielded from the wind.
Sophia lost herself in her thoughts during her stroll. After some time, she came to a stop to look at the
frozen surface of the river.
In a sh, years had gone by since she became all alone in the world.
All of a sudden, the phone in her pocket vibrated. Sophia snapped back to her senses and fished it out.
At the start, she thought it was a call from Katherine, but to her surprise, it was from an unknown caller.
As a matter of fact, the location was in Coldbridge.
Tsk. It''s New Year, but the sales department seems to be working overtime.
She ended the call. However, in the next second, the same person called again.
Sophia watched her phone vibrate for a few seconds before she finally picked it up. “No.”
“Good afternoon, Ms. Yarrow. I''m Mr. Whitton''s secretary.”
Sophia lifted a brow. “What is it?”
“Ms. Yarrow, are you free tomorrow? Mr. Whitton would like to invite you to a meal. He said that he
needs to exin the misunderstanding you have about him.”
Sophia smirked. “Sorry, but I''m going back to Jadeborough tomorrow.”
“I—”
“My apologies. I''ll be hanging up now.”
With that said, Sophia ended the call.
How strange. The Whittons bowing to me?
Sophia then kept her phone away in her pocket and hailed a cab to head back.
Sophia''s flight was half-past ten in the morning. She had woken up early, and by the time she reached
the airport, it was only half-past nine.
New Year was recent, and nothing major had happened on the inte. Most of the posts on the
inte were celebrities wishing the public a greeting for the new year.
Thus, Sophia locked her phone, took a ss of cold water, and closed her eyes to continue resting.
When someone sat down beside her, she inched a little away from them.
At ten minutes past ten in the morning, the staff made an announcement for the start of boarding. It
was then Sophia opened her eyes, rose to her feet, and went to the front with her suitcase.
Many of the working people''s holidays were over, so the airport was crowded.
Sophia had booked a business-ss seat. Unlike most times, the cabin was full that day.
When Sophia spotted Alexander, she narrowed her eyes a little.
Alexander saw her as well. Hence, he asked to swap seats with the passenger beside Sophia.
As Sophia watched him take a seat beside her, she could not help but think about the call the Whitton
family''s secretary made the day before.
Honestly, Sophia did not like Alexander intervening in her matters. After all, they were nothing but
strangers now.
“I didn''t know you''d be that kind.”
Hearing that, Alexander blinked. “Did Javiere to you?”
“He wanted to invite me out for a meal.”
“You can ignore him.” Alexander frowned. “He must have misunderstood.”
That was how the words that Sophia was about to say died at the tip of her tongue. Does he mean to
say that I misunderstood too?