Chapter 11 Sophiaâs request for him to give up on Adaâs baby was simply a tactic to coerce him into agreeing to the divorce. She understood that Ada and the unborn baby held immense value, making him unlikely to comply.
As Jasonâs complexion paled in response to her proposal, Sophiaâs instinct instantly confirmed her beliefs.
Memories of the brutal slap from last night flooded her mind, prompting her to distance herself from him instinctively.
âWhy? Planning to slap me again?â Sophia retorted.
A weight settled in Jasonâs chest as he watched Sophia pull away from him. He closed his eyes briefly, suppressing the emotions raging within him, before addressing her in a softened tone, âShe sustained severe heart damage while saving me and has remained fragile since then. The doctor warned that a miscarriage could irreversibly harm her. Do you wish to kill her, Sophia?â
âI assure you, once the child is born, we will raise it as our own. This way, you wonât have to risk your life with IVF,â
Jason added.
Upon hearing his words, Sophia felt a surge of conflicting emotions. She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of his proposal, yet her heart ached with a profound sadness. Despite having already guessed his intentions, hearing them articulated by him felt surreal and heartâwrenching.
âI think itâs better for Ada to just replace me so the child can be out in the public openly in the future, Sophia said.
Jasonâs expression hardened, a coldness settling over his features. âLet me be clear,â he started. âI will not agree to this divorce.
The Wilson Group is in the midst of finalizing a major international project. If news of our divorce were to surface, the repercussions would be catastrophic.â
âOh, so thatâs the rationale behind his objection?â Sophia thought, skepticism creeping in. âNo, it canât be that simple. If Ada were to step into my role now, the public would undoubtedly condemn her for shamelessly breaking up someone elseâs marriage. He just wants to preserve the facade of our marriage to protect his reputation and his past flame.â
With that realization sinking in, Sophia slowly began to retreat from him. âThen letâs proceed with the legal proceedings,â she stated firmly.
Growing impatient, Jason seized Sophiaâs wrist abruptly, his grip tight and unforgiving. âHow long do you think your father can survive without my assistance?â he uttered, a sharp edge to his voice.
Sophiaâs eyes widened in disbelief as fear coursed through her veins. âYâYouâre threatening to cut off my fatherâs medication?â
she stammered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
With a sudden, forceful motion, Jason threw her onto the sofa, looming over her with an intimidating presence. âItâs not just about your fatherâs medical expenses,â he retorted coldly. âYour brother owes billions in gambling debts. If it werenât for my help, do you think they would still be alive today?â
Sophia huddled on the sofa, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, seeking solace from the pain that gripped her chest. âWe can handle the proceedings privately,â she offered weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ignoring her, Jason took out his phone and dialed his assistantâs number. âNotify the Rodham Nightclub,â he instructed, his tone unwavering âThey have free rein to collect Lucas Taylorâs debts by any means, even killing...
Before he could complete his directive, Sophiaâ snatched the phone from his grasp, her desperation driving her to take action.
Confronted with Jasonâs menacing tactic of using her familyâs safety as leverage, Sophia felt compelled to yield. âI wonât bring up divorce again, just promise not to hurt my family.â
16:52 Sun, 23 Jun GB G Chapter 11 61%ç As Jason observed the shattered look in her eyes, his heart sank. He grew concerned at the sight of her pale and fragile appearance. âAre you alright? You...â he asked, his tone soft.
Before he could complete his question, Sophia defiantly tossed his phone onto the table and strode toward the staircase.
As Jason watched her diminishing figure ascend the stairs, he was gripped by an unsettling feeling that she could slip away from him at any moment.
In the dimming evening light, Sophia stirred from her nap. As she sat up, a soft knock echoed through the room. âCome in,â she called out, her voice still laced with drowsiness.
The door creaked open, and her maid stood at the door respectfully. âMadam, Mrs. Alison Wilson is here. Sheâs been waiting downstairs for over half an hour,â she informed.
Sophia hurriedly swung her legs off the bed, questioning, âWhy didnât you come up earlier to inform me?â Her haste caused her to stumble slightly, but she managed to regain her balance by grasping onto a nearby shelf.
âI instructed them not to disturb your rest,â came the aged voice from the doorway. âSophia, are you feeling alright?
You look rather pale.â Sophia made her way over to Alison, her movements unsteady. She gently smiled and reassured Alison, âIâm alright, Grandma. Please donât worry.â
Alison scrutinized her with a critical eye, her tone gruff. âConsidering recent events, itâs hard to believe youâre truly alright.â
Sophia remained silent, guiding Alison to a nearby seat before broaching a question that had lingered in her mind for years. âGrandma, why did you insist on Jason marrying me all those years ago? There must have been a reason, right?â
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