Chapter 37 âLetâs end the treatment here for today. Put a nightgown on her,â said Oliver.
Amanda nodded, gently removing the needles from Sophiaâs chest. She then fetched a menâs nightshirt from the shelf and dressed Sophia. As the left, she looked back at the indifferent back by the window and hesitated before saying, âMr. Clark, sheâs quite pitiable. Be kind to her, will you?â
Oliver sincered. Kindness wasnât something he afforded to the Wilson family. If Jasonâs heart wasnât with Sophia, then all was well. But if she was indeed Jasonâs weak spot, Oliver wouldnât hesitate to make Jasonâs life a living hell using Sophia.
âAmanda, youâre overstepping.â he said coolly.
With a helpless smile, Amanda respectfully withdrew.
The room fell silent. Oliver turned and walked to the bedside, looking down at the gauntâfaced woman lying there. For some reason, she seemed familiar, as though heâd seen her somewhere before. He admitted Sophia was pitiable;
entrapped by a jerk like Jason and desperately in love, she was destined to live in turmoil.
âMr. Clark, Mr. Willson has broken in with bodyguards. Should we stop them?â The voice of a bodyguard came from outside, interrupting Oliverâs thoughts.
His lips slowly curved into a nonchalant smile. âDonât take it too seriously. Just pretend to stop them and thatâll do,â he said before gently touching Sophiaâs face Soon, loud sounds came from the hallway. The door llew open as Jason barged in, fury written all over his face. âHands off her.â
Oliver ran his fingers down Sophiaâs pale face. âWhat if I donât! Are you planning to divorce her and let us be?â he teased with a raised eyebrow. He deliberately laced his words with ambiguity, hinting at Sophiaâs betrayal in every word.
Jason strode forward, eyes narrowing at the sight of Sophia in a manâs nightshirt, looking all worn out as if sheâd been overindulged in .
A nasty thought crossed his mind, and he clenched his fists in suppressed rage. âMr. Clark, it seems your taste is quite average.
Sheâs a wornâout plaything Iâve toyed with for four years, and yet youâre all too keen to keep her by your side. Doesnât that disgust you?â
Oliver chuckled and touched his nose. âWell, Iâve found the experience to be quite satisfactory.â
Jasonâs eyes flared red with murderous intent. In all their years of marriage, heâd never contemplated storming into another manâs house to catch a cheater. His suppressed fury erupted, and he swung his fist ar Oliver, ferocious and decisive, you just let Oliver dodged with a slight lean to the side and smiled. âSince you already have a mistress and an illegitimate child outside, why donât you j your wife be with me? Iâll take care of her Jason was about to throw another punch, but he thought of something and held back. His gaze swept over Sophiaâs pallid face, and he sneered. âShe indeed means little to me, if you want her, I might consider giving her to you. But there must be a trade;
youâll have to offer something of equal worth in returnâ
Sophia, feigning sleep, felt her heart wrench as she listened to the coldâhearted exchange between the two men. The pain was so intense it spread through her limbs, becoming unbearable.
She had thought Jasonâs lack of love was all there was, but she was wrong: his ruthlessness went beyond that. After four years of marriage and two pregnancies, she was reduced to a bargaining chip. And he didnât even hesitate.
Oliver coldly watched Jasonâs indifferent expression. What a cunning man. He knows Iâm testing his limits and cleverly conceals his true feelings. But what of it! His intrusion today proves the womanâs place in his heart. The days are long, and Iâll wait to see him consumed by his own merciless actions. Iâll wait to see him in unbearable agony, he thought.
Sering that Oliver remained silent, Jason stopped wasting time. He picked Sophia up from the bed and strode outside.
A bodyguard approached Oliver and asked, âMr. Clark, should I stop them?â
Oliver frowned, a strange feeling flickering through his mind. He knew Sophia was awake and had heard everything, but... He closed his eyes and said in a bourse voice. âLet them go.
âYesâ The bodyguard Depped aside.
(vindently pulled off the nightshirt from Sophia, revealing her chest covered in fresh bruises. His expression turned mystantly gri (