COMMENT Chapter 72 Adaâs hand flew to her cheek, eyes widening in disbelief as she stated at Sophia. The fiery sting across her face confirmed it wasnât a dream this little tramp had slapped her! Since returning home a month ago, Ada had kept Sophia under her thumb Now, suddenly, she dared to fight back. Shock turned to fury. âYou hit me?â she spat.
Sophia, her fingers tingling from the slap, glared coldly. âPlaying homewrecker, Ada? Maybe itâs time you kept your tail tucked between your legs. Twenty years on this earth, and Iâve never seen a woman so shameless with a married man.
Be grateful it was just one slapâ
Fury choked Ada. âYou... you...â She clutched her face, glaring at Sophia, her body trembling. That little. How dare shel Footsteps echoed from the stairs, Jason appeared, frowning, âWhatâs going on here?â
Ada blinked back tears, the picture of a wronged woman. Throwing herself into his arms, she sobbed, âI wasnât feeling well last night. Couldnât sleep, worried Iâd wake Sophia. Came down to apologize, but she... she thought I was bragging about dragging you out of bed, and just... slapped me for no reason! It hurts so bad.â
Jason studied her face, spotting the red fingerprints and blood at the corner of her mouth, evidence of a forceful slap. He shifted his gaze to Sophia, who stood aloof, indifferent. His eyes darkened. âDidnât you decide to give those baby clothes to Adaâs kid?
Why target her the minute you come downstairs? Canât you just be civil?â
There it was again. All it took was a few tears and a sob story, and Jason would be on her side, pinning the blame on Sophia.
Sophia used to believe she held a place in his heart. Now, it seemed sheâd been fooling herself. âCivil? Fine,â she said, her voice cool. âWhat if I put Oliver in front of you? What would you do?â
âDonât even think about it,â Jason snapped.
Sophia let out a humorless chuckle. Brushing past them, she headed towards the stairs, âCanât be the bigger person, Jas? Donât expect me to be either.â She paused, looking back at the teary Ada clinging to Jason. âThose who stir the pot get burned, remember that.â
Jasonâs face remained dark. It wasnât the attack on Ada, but the harshness in Sophiaâs voice. In his memory, his wife had always been kind, never resorting to such language. All in half a month, sheâd changed so much.
âJason, Iâm starving.â Ada mumbled from his arms, pulling him back from his thoughts. He gazed at her retreating figure, a mix of emotions swirling within him. âYouâre not well, stay upstairs. Eve will bring food.â
Adaâs smile faltered. He wasnât worried about her health, just keeping her out of Sophiaâs way. He was practically shoving her back into the room. This man was becoming more and more invested in that... that other woman. No, she wouldnât sit around and wait for disaster. It was time to eliminate Sophia, permanently. âAlright, back to the room then.â
She expected him to carry her, but instead, a firm hand on her shoulder pushed her away. âJason...â
âGo. I have things to do. Canât come with you.â And with that, he stormed towards the stairs. Ada watched his retreating figure, her eyes narrowing She had to get rid of Sophia. Now, Otherwise, there would be endless trouble.
Living Room, Ground Floor.
Sophia had just reached the bottom step when a young man burst through the door, fear etched on his face. âSophia, help! Theyâre gonna kill me! Theyâre gonna kill me!â
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