Chapter 28

”Let’s go.” Charles ignored her negative attitude and removed her hand easily. “You’ll push the wheelchair.”

Sophia stood still, unmoving. She was merely looking straight at him. “Must it be like this?”

“Sophia, I’m running out of patience.” Charles swirled champagne in his glass and took a sip. His Adam’s apple was incredibly sexy, and it attracted the gaze of many female guests.

However, to Sophia, no matter how sexy he looked, he was still a devil. She, a cricket, in the presence of a devil, had no choice but to obey his orders.

Lowering her head, she laughed at herself as she walked resignedly to the back of the wheelchair.

She and Leah were as different as the sky and the ground in Charles Harris’ heart. Why had she thought that he would listen to her?

“Let my brother do it.” The depths of Leah’s eyes were filled with jealousy and hatred, yet worry was written all over her face. “Sophia is already being looked down upon because she’s wearing a janitor’s uniform here. If she pushes my wheelchair for me, people might think that she’s my maid.”

“She doesn't even care, so why do you bother?” William said coldly before he walked away.

“Then I’ll have to trouble you, Sophia.” Leah smiled warmly. “Just follow my brother. My parents are in front.

“Aren’t you tired of acting like this every day?” Sophia pushed the wheelchair forward as she spoke tauntingly.

Leah looked surprised as well as a little innocent and confused. “Acting? Why don’t I understand what you’re talking about?”

Disgusted by her, Sophia pursed her lips and did not speak again. She quietly pushed the wheelchair as she followed William.

In a short while, they reached where Leah and William’s parents were.

Sophia had just stopped walking when she was pushed away by Madam Jones. Madam Jones had an ugly expression on her face.

Madam Jones was very strong, and Sophia, who was caught unexpected, stumbled. Her body thudded into the table behind her.

Chirk!

The table scratched against the floor with a screeching sound. The wine and food atop it scattered all across the floor.

Falling to the ground, Sophia felt a pain in her tailbone. She bit her lip as a thin layer of sweat appeared across her forehead.

Upon seeing this, Charles’ eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly. He took a step forward but soon retreated. He watched indifferently.

“Leah, are you alright?” Madam Jones looked Leah up and down, not hiding the worry on her face. “Why is this murderer with you? Did she hurt you?”

“Mom, don’t talk about Sophia like that. She used to be my best friend.” Leah wrinkled her elegant eyebrows, seemingly a little upset.

“You treat her as your friend, but what does she treat you as?” Madam Jones choked up. “Back then, if we had not rescued you in time, who knows whether you... would still be in this world or not.”

The commotion over there was so large that countless people were now looking over, pointing to Sophia who was sitting on the floor.

“Isn’t she supposed to be in jail for attempted murder? Why is she here?”

“Miss Jones was kind enough not to charge her with attempted murder because of their friendship. She only had to do two years of prison before being released.”

“Miss Jones is so kind. Other people are already trying to kill her, but she still holds on to old relationships.”

“How could the guard let her in? Who’s going to ensure that our lives will be safe?”

Sitting on the floor, Sophia bit on her lip, unwilling to let go. Even if the flaps of her lips tore and the taste of blood spread in her mouth, she would not let go.

In a trance, the looks of these people, no matter if they were mocking, indifferent, disdainful, disgusted, or fearful, they all overlapped with those from two years ago. Her face paled, and she could not stop her body from trembling.

She was not the one who had done it, but why would no one believe her?

Looking up, Sophia looked beseechingly at Charles, but he just stood there with his glass of champagne in his hand. With him looking down at her like this, she could see the cold and disgust in the depths of his eyes.

She opened her mouth, but it was as if her throat had been stuffed with cotton wool. She could not say a word.

She looked around desperately. William Jones, Leah Jones, Madam Jones, Mr. Jones, and all the rich and powerful... She knew almost everyone here, but right now, they were all looking at her with disgust as if she was a disgusting maggot.

“Are you going to wait for someone to help you stand up?” Charles looked at her sharply, his voice cold.

“She must be in pain. She can’t stand up by herself.” Leah wheeled herself over to Sophia, extending a hand out in worry. “Where did you hurt yourself? Do you need to get it checked at the hospital?”

Now that their eyes were meeting, Sophia could clearly see the gloat hidden in the depths of Leah’s eyes. Ignoring Leah’s extended hand, she used both her hands to support herself on the floor as she stood up with difficulty.

Her jagged bangs shifted because of her movements, revealing the obvious, crescent-shaped scar. Liquor spilled onto her crotch, soaking the area.

Not far away, someone pointed at her, laughing unabashedly. They laughed at her clothes, her scar, and how her pants made it look like she had urinated herself.

The man she had once loved with her life now stood in front of her, trampling on her dignity just like the others in the party. “Don’t stand there stupidly, clean this place up. This is your strong suit.”

“Alright.” Sophia lowered her head as she responded, hearing how her voice was shaking.

Without another glance at anyone, she asked the waiters for cleaning supplies. Under the curious gaze of the crowd, she began cleaning up the floor quietly. Her eyes were downcast the entire time.

“Sophia.” Audrey Sommer walked over and gently kicked Sophia who was kneeling on the floor. “Well, your best friends from the past wanted me to ask, do you have to clean the toilets as a janitor? What if you can’t flush the toilet? Do you just use your hands?”

Sophia stood up, looking at the girls who had called her their best friend two years ago. Her gaze fell onto Audrey like a stagnant pool.

Her gaze made Audrey feel very uncomfortable. “I’m asking you a question!”

“Someone’s about to jump onto your boyfriend.” When Audrey got distracted looking for William, Sophia threw her rag into the bucket and carried the bucket out of the hall.

She put the things back where they belonged and was about to go back to the party when she met William at the door.

She gave him a faint glance and withdrew it, ready to pass by him to get back to the party.

However, as she was walking past him, he grabbed her suddenly. He dragged her toward the stairs.

“Let me go!” Sophia scrambled furiously.

William stopped walking and turned to look at her. “If you don’t want to attract other people over, then don’t move.”

Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!

Chapter 27 He Thinks She’s Dirty Sophia pursed her lips as she went with him to the stairs. There was an ugly look on her face. She lowered her voice as she asked, “What do you want from me?”

“How’s the injury on your leg?” William bent down to roll up her pant leg as he spoke.

Sophia stepped back, avoiding his touch. “It has nothing to do with you.”

“You didn’t take my ointment even after kneeling for so long the other day. Aren’t you afraid that you’ll lose your leg?” William raised his head to look at her, his handsome face clearly annoyed.

Sophia was too lazy to bother with him, and she repeated once more, “It has nothing to do with you.”

In this life, she did not want to have any more trouble with the Jones family. That family was too much for her to mess with.

After saying that, she lifted her leg and was about to walk out when William caught her shoulder from the back.