บททั้งหมดของ CHASING HIS CONTRACT WIFE: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

*BRAN’S POV*After she was done, she removed the first drive and then inserted the drive from Pierre, doing what she wanted to do. She then shut her laptop and returned the drives.“Did you ask her to help out with the drive?” I suddenly asked Pierre, my eyes filled with all kinds of mixed emotions.“No, sir, other staff and I talked about being swamped with work, and she offered to help with the financial collation,” Pierre answered.It couldn't be, I tried to find every reason to counter this, Sophia wouldn't do such, not to me, and not to help my uncle, for that matter. “Could she still be mad at me for betraying her love six years ago? Could that be a reason why she sided and helped my uncle?” These questions flooded my mind as I continued to find a reason behind all of this.I was done at work, so I didn't bother stopping by at Sophia’s office as I knew she had gone home.I arrived home and stepped into our main house. There she was, lying on the cushion and asleep.I haven't b

*SOPHIA’S POV*“Bran, this is… this is ridiculous,” I stammered, picking up one of the pictures, my fingers trembling. “This is a misunderstanding…..Liam was just helping me after I stumbled. We were just talking, trying to get my mind off… of things,” I defended.I looked up at him, my eyes pleading for him to understand and for him to see the truth.But Bran’s face remained a mask of hurt. It suddenly felt like the trust he had in me, unshakable just moments ago, felt like it was crumbling.I knew he always had uneasy feelings about Liam.“Off of things?” Bran echoed, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Like what?……what things? What things could you possibly be talking about enough to cozy up to him!?” Bran asked. The words were cruel, a direct hit to my most vulnerable point.I flinched as if struck by the pain of the accusation.My confusion began to spread into a deep, raw hurt, quickly followed by disappointment.“How could you, Bran? How could you accuse me of something like this

*SOPHIA’S POV*He held up a hand“Sophia, please… this is not about Henna or the past. This is about the future, about the legacy I built, the legacy I want to see thrive,” he said.“The legacy you built? Or you mean to say the legacy my mom built! The same legacy you almost gambled away, Dad!” I said, my tone rising with each word. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, persuasive tone. “I am really sorry about that, but—but Henna… she—she’s not doing well, Sophia. She’s struggling, and you know how delicate she can be,” he said.“Delicate?” I repeated. “She has always been the manipulative one, Dad. The one who could cry on cue to get what she wanted, and you always indulged her! Every single time!” I growled.“Your mother, your mother always wanted you to have a good life,” he pressed on, ignoring my outburst. “She would have wanted you to find your place. And now… now this company, the very heart of our family, is a source of contention between you two. It’s tearing

*BRAN’S POV*I never thought of the idea of my uncle quarrelling with my father, let alone being the last person to see him… it was unsettling.“That’s the thing, sir,” Pierre continued, his voice low and serious. “I also found an old CCTV recording, and after days of working on it, I was able to restore the footage, sir,” Pierre reported.My breath fastened. “An old CCTV footage? How long before you were able to restore it?” I asked in a low voice so as not to disturb Sophia.“It took me three days, sir, but the sounds on it are inaudible,” Pierre said.A cold knot tightened in my stomach. A recording, the truth finally within reach. “Pierre,” I called out, my voice firm. “Yes, sir,” Pierre answered.“I need you to still work on the footage, this is how we find out what really happened,” I ordered.“Yes, sir,” Pierre replied, his resolve matching mine. Pierre said this, and I hung up the call.The day arrived, and I already had a flight booked since yesterday to leave the countr

*BRAN’S POV*I didn’t know what else to do, but then I remembered that Tessa mentioned Sophia was going to meet up with Henna. I immediately brought out my phone and dialled Henna’s and it rang the first time, second, and she picked up on the third.“Bran!…… I didn’t think you would call me,” Henna said, a smile playing on her lips.“Where is Sophia? Where is my wife!?” I said, the tone on the last words rose.“I don’t understand… why would you be asking me about your wife’s whereabouts? She is a full-grown adult, call her and ask her where she is,” Henna said over the phone.“She was supposed to meet with you, you sent her a message saying you wanted to make up with her, and now she is nowhere to be found……where is Sophia!? Where did you take her!?” I yelled over the phone.“Funny how she goes missing and all fingers are pointing at me… she said she wanted nothing to do with me or our father, so why would I send her a message and tell her I wanted to make up?” Henna continued to lie.