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Matthew expressed his confusion. 'Cedric was an excellent swimmer. How could he nearly drown?' "Don't worry, Mr. and Mrs. Carlson. It's complicated," Sean said, glancing at Jeff, who adored Sophie. "Complicated? Cedric pushed Sophie and her unborn child to death! What's complicated about that?!" Jeanna exclaimed, overwhelmed with emotion, her eyes filled with tears. "A child? What happened to Sophie and her baby?" Jeff stood up abruptly, his old face tense, eyes fixed on Jeanna.

Sophia's heart froze for a second, "Jared's in no condition to make that decision,neither is Maraïda. It's just you left," "Wait, hold up! I don't... I don't understand," Sophia choked back her tears, "You have to chose Sophia! The baby; or the mother!")

We ran through another street, it was quiet, like people knew what was going on and hid in their apartments. We ran until we reached a small building at the far end of the street. Sophia banged on the door with shaky hands. Within moments, an old man answered and opened it. “Uncle Charles,” she called as she tried to catch her breath, “Please, let us in.” The man’s eyes widened when he saw us, "Sophia? Please come in," he said. Without delay, he opened the door wider and we went in. We went straight to his living room, our body still trembling from the traumatic near death experience we just had.

After that, she avoided getting injured by those hooligans and did her best to survive the hardships that were thrown her way. In the end, she was unable to escape from the Alvarez family. Daphne didn't forget to add insult to injury after that. "Josephine, you're still young, so you'll be able to have another baby in the future." Josephine turned to look at Daphne, soon noticing the hint of mockery and ridicule in her smile. The former did her best to squeeze out a strained smile without replying to Daphne. Then, she walked over to a couch and sat down before pouring herself a glass of water.

“And Sienna won’t find him. No one will.” I nodded. Then, before I could stop it, the thought slipped in: He was taller than I expected. And his eyes… I shoved it down quickly. “Ava?” Daniel was watching me. “I hope Sophiee survives,” I said. My voice cracked on her name. Daniel crossed the room in two steps. Pulled me into him. His arms were solid. “She will,” he said into my hair. “Because we’re not going to give Sienna the chance to take anyone else from us.”

he paused, letting his words sink and hit the right spot, but Sophie only felt shame, she had become a charity case to these people but she didn't mind - so long as her mother was saved, she was fine with being their charity case. "How do you plan on doing that sir?" yes, she was their charity case, but she was determined to ask valid questions in order to not look like a weakling before them. "Feisty" Jerome smirked "We are going to handle everything - the dialysis, the transplant, whatever will aid faster recovery" Sophie's eyes glistened with tears of gratitude "Thank you sir, thank you ma, I'm very grateful" "There's a condition Sophie" Mrs Ken chimed in between Sophie's sobs.

Such a person was not guaranteed safety, protection, or rights in the pack. Next thing, bottles, leftovers began to hit me from different directions. I kept my face down. I couldn’t protest. Maybe I deserved the pain. Maybe this was punishment for not taking the money in time to save my mother. “Please have mercy! Her mother just died!” Sophie cried from somewhere in the crowd. Everything went still for a moment. “Is that true?” someone asked. I couldn’t answer. “She’s lying,” Ruth said quickly. “A thief will always lie.”

"Don't even try to make yourself look good. You wouldn't have donated the kidney to my daughter if I hadn't offered you a mil—it's a simple, consensual transaction. "You can't threaten me with this… Hell, it won't hurt me even if you tell everyone. Tina's daughter's life is as precious as my daughter's life, and I'm no saint—I'm a mother. When I have to choose, it's only natural that I choose my own daughter. Have I done anything wrong?" As she finished, she looked Quentin right in the eyes, her words staunch and righteous. Sophie was dead—as she should be. If anything, she should never have been born.

Asshole. Moments later, a message from Jakley popped up—it was a video. I played it, my heart pounding as I watched Sophie driving her car. Suddenly, an oncoming truck collided with her vehicle, igniting a fireball that engulfed both the car and the truck. My breath caught in my throat. I stood up, dancing around my living room, giddy with a mix of adrenaline and triumph. Finally! Sophie was dead, and it was all Julian's fault for not protecting her. Why had he let her go alone to the hospital? But it was all for my own good.