âDo you have to degrade yourself like this?â William strode over to her and grabbed her wrist. âCharles likes Leah and not you. Thereâs nothing you can do!â
âI know Mr. Harris likes your sister. You donât have to tell me again.â Sophia struggled but she could not escape his grip. âPlease let go. Stop hindering my work.â
There were flashing lights at the end of the corridor. When she turned around, she did not see anything.
Perhaps she was seeing things since she did not sleep well.
William did not let go of her hand. On the contrary, he grabbed her even tighter. âDo you like Charles that much? You like him so much that youâre willing to be a janitor just to stay by his side?â
âIs me liking him any of your business?â A smile appeared on Sophiaâs face. âEven if I like you, do you want to be with a murderer who wanted to kill your little sister?â
William pressed his lips together. He let go of her. âWhy did you run your car over Leah? Charles is engaged to you. Leah wouldnât affect you two.â
âNo reason. I just wanted to.â Sophia lowered her gaze and her voice was super soft.
She ran over Leah in her car?
Heh, was he sure that it was her car that ran over Leah and not Leah who ran into her car?
âHow can you be so evil?â William asked. âYouâre Leahâs best friend. You should know that as a dancer, her favorite thing to do is dance. You ruined her entire life by breaking her leg! Do you know how much pain she was in for these past two years?â
Sophiaâs expression was indifferent. âWhat do I have to do with her pain? Iâm an evil person and I love seeing my friend in pain. The more she suffers, the happier Iâll be.â
Did Leah suffer as much as she did in prison?
William could not believe his ears when Sophia said those words. She was insolent back then, but she was not heartless. Was this her true self?
âSophia, Mr. Jones is a guest. How can you talk to a guest like this?â The person in charge came over. âKneel. Apologize to Mr. Jones.â
Sophia lowered her head and looked at the floor. She did not move.
âI asked you to kneel. Do you not understand human language?â The person in charge raised his voice.
Sophia licked her dried lips and knelt on the floor. She looked at her reflection on the floor. âIâm sorry, Mr. Jones.â
The floor was just mopped and the water had not dried yet. She knelt on the floor and the water drenched her uniform instantly.
Her legs were cold. Plus, combining with the pain from kneeling outside a few days before, she was in excruciating pain.
William looked at her while lowering his gaze. He did not say anything.
A few guests passed by and they looked at Sophia.
A woman with a baby face could not stand this anymore. She walked over while frowning. âWhatâs going on? Itâs the 21st century. Why are you still asking people to kneel?â
She did not wait for William or Sophia to say anything. She helped Sophia up immediately. âGet up! Are you going to kneel just because they tell you to? Are you an idiot?â
âClara! Stop meddling!â A man walked over and pulled her away. Then, he turned around and said to William, âMy friend just arrived in B City. She doesnât know anything. Please donât blame her, Mr. Jones. Iâll take her away now.â
âIâm not going! Heâs a man! How can he bully a woman?â Clara Robertson placed her hands on her hips and stood in front of Sophia.
The man started to panic, but he could not make her leave no matter what.
âThank you.â Sophia pushed her away gently. âIâm fine. Go have fun with your friends.â
The woman was helping her out of kindness. She could not cause any trouble for her.
âSee, she said itâs fine. Why are you still trying to butt in? Letâs go! Hurry!â The man and another woman pulled Clare away forcefully.
Clara turned around and yelled at her. âIâm in Room 4502. Look for me if youâre in trouble!â
Sophia smiled and nodded. When she turned around, the curl on her lips was gone.
âI wonât stop you if you want to court disaster.â Williamâs expression looked complicated when he saw her changing her expression in an instant. He took out a tube of ointment and handed it to her.
She knelt there for so long. There must be a lot of bruises on her knees. He asked his friend to bring this ointment from overseas.
Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!
ï¤Chapter 18 Do You Like Charles That Much?
Sophia did not look at the ointment. She pushed it back to him. âItâs my business if I want to court disaster. Itâs none of your business. I donât need you to look after me.â