Chapter 1062



“I didn’t share a bed with her last night,” Jake said, his words spilling out in a rush.

“There was a big sofa in your room, so I slept there.”

Elma’s eyes went wide, her lips quivering as if she were about to break down in tears.

Jake’s voice became a low warning.

“If you start crying, I’m going to the office, and I won’t be back for a while.”

The threat hit its mark. Though frustration tightened Elma’s features, she swallowed the tears that threatened to spill. If Jake went to the office, she knew it would be even harder to bring him and Kallie together.

As Jake carried Elma away, Sophie stood frozen, watching them disappear. Her mind swirled with confusion. This was like her father.

If he truly wanted nothing to do with Kallie, he would have left last night, right? So why deny it now? Perhaps they had an argument?

Sophie glanced over at Kallie, noticing the quiet disappointment in her eyes.

Without a word, Sophie walked over and gently took Kallie’s hand in hers, her silence louder than the questions she bottled up inside her.

Sophie’s hand gently grasped Kallie’s, conveying her silent comfort.

Sophie longed for Kallie and Jake to reconcile, yet her deepest wish was for Kallie’s happiness to take precedence. If Jake was the unreliable figure people whispered about, Sophie believed they could manage without him as a father.

Sophie’s eyes flickered with a shadow of emotion—anger, maybe even sadness—but Kallie, standing inches away, remained oblivious.

Every chapter lives on g a lno vels ; comm Lacey wasn’t part of the drama. She strutted forward as Jake disappeared into the distance, his entourage trailing behind. Her smirk was as sharp as her words.

“Well, it’s no surprise Mr. Reeves has no patience for childish antics. Frankly, it’s quite expected,” she sneered.

Kallie stiffened, her expression darkening, but before she could respond, Sophie stepped in, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

“This is a family matter. Lacey, stay out of it.”

Lacey tilted her head mockingly, her lips curling in a derisive smile.

“A family matter? Oh, Sophie, how naive. Has Mr. Reeves ever acknowledged being part of your family? The divorce was finalized, wasn’t it? That makes you two—what’s the phrase?—separate families now.”

Lacey’s eyes sparkled with malice as she delivered the final blow.

“And let’s face it, Sophie. Your father will have a new family soon enough—one that doesn’t include you.”

The venom in Lacey’s tone was enough to make Sophie’s blood boil.

In a momentary lapse of composure, Sophie shoved Lacey, her anger boiling over.

But Lacey, ever calculating, stumbled dramatically into the shattered remnants of the medicine bowl. She didn’t fall by accident—her intentions were clear.

Lacey pressed her hand against the jagged shards, drawing blood, and soon a deep gash marred her arm.

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