บททั้งหมดของ My Professor, My Stepfather, My Sin: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Sophia’s POVFive Years LaterThe fluorescent lights hummed above me, that awful buzzing sound that seemed to drill right into my skull as I sat in the hard plastic chair with my hands clasped so tightly in my lap that my knuckles had gone white. Dr. Patterson's office smelled like antiseptic and stale coffee a combination I'd come to dread over the past year."Sophia," Dr. Patterson said his voice gentle but carrying that tone I'd learned to recognize. The tone that meant bad news was coming as he leaned forward across his desk, his glasses perched low on his nose. "I'm afraid the tests aren't good."My heart dropped into my stomach. "What do you mean? She was fine last week.""Lyra's condition has progressed faster than we anticipated her health is deteriorating. She needs immediate surgery…. Within a month, at most.""Within a month?" My voice cracked. "But… but how”"I know this is difficult to hear." He removed his glasses. "But without this surgery I don't think she'll make it

Sophia’s POV The elevator doors slid open and I stepped out onto the executive floor."Wow," I breathed.The hallway was incredible with the floors so shiny I could see my reflection in them. The walls were covered in dark wood panels and paintings that looked like they belonged in a museum. There were chandeliers hanging from the ceiling everything smelled and looked expensive. I pushed my cleaning cart down the hallway my sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. I felt so out of place like I'd walked into someone else's life.Private offices lined both sides of the hall. Each one had a mahogany door with a gold nameplate. Vice President, senior director , chief, operator officer all these important people with important jobs.I kept my head down, just like Margaret told me proceeding to do my job.I passed office after office trying to focus on my work but it was so hard not to look around and admire the place.My eyes caught a specific door at the very end of the hall, bigger

Sophia’s POV I pushed my cleaning cart down the executive floor my mind everywhere except where it should be.Anderson came for his rent today and I hadn’t completed the payment, he gave me a dead line… and although Hank has tried to convince me to sell of his stuffs to be able to pay, I couldn’t do that to him.And with Lyra’s hospital, everything was so overwhelming, I wasn’t sure how to go about it. 200000$ where am I going to see that amount? I know it was almost close to impossible, but I couldn’t sit there and do nothing, I could only hope that this job and miracle happens besides Lyra is getting sicker every day and I don’t have much time.I grabbed a vase off a shelf and started wiping it down with my shakey hands as I bit on my lower lip trying so hard to fight back the tears. "Focus Sophia," I muttered to myself. "Just focus and do your work, it’s going to be okay."It’s not going to be okay.It’s not anywhere close.Oh fuck! I hate my instinctsI kept wiping the vase wi

Thorne’s POVThe drive back to the mansion was a blur of streetlights and silence.I sat in the back of the Rolls-Royce, my tie loosened, my jacket discarded beside me my encounter with Sophia still replaying in my head like a broken record.Sophia on her knees, blood dripping from her palm.Sophia's eyes…those eyes wide with terror as she scrambled away from me.Sophia's voice, trembling, begging me not to fire her.Sophia Clarks.The name didn't fit It was wrong. It was a costume, a mask she'd put on to hide from the world, from me.But why?Why would she hide?Why would she pretend not to know me?I clenched my fist , watching the city blur past the guilt was a living thing in my chest, clawing at my ribs, demanding to be felt.Five years of telling myself I deserved this emptiness because I'd created it.I'd told her she was nothing.I'd told her she was just a plaything a forbidden distraction. I'd watched the light drain from her eyes and done nothing to stop it.I was a coward.

Sophia's POVI stepped into his office my heart pounding so hard I could barely breathe.The door clicked shut behind me.He stood behind his massive desk his eyes fixed on me like I was a ghost come back to haunt him."Sophia," he breathed."I'm sorry." The words tumbled out before I could stop them. "I'm sorry for slapping you last night I shouldn't have done that.""This isn’t why—" He stared at me incredulous. I cut him off, “With all due respect sir you had no right to do what you did!" I said voice shaking. "You had no right to grab me like that and had no right to put your mouth on me. I don't care who you are or how much money you have you can't just kiss me like that… I—""Fuck it!." He moved around the desk, walking toward me slowly. "I’m sorry for my outburst—“"Please sir! Just stop this." I backed away from him. "Just srop.""Listen to me" He stopped walking"I don't want to… I don’t know what game you're playing, but I'm not the person you think I am." I shook my head m