Chapter 1063



Kallie and Sophie froze in stunned silence as crimson dripped onto the floor.

Lacey’s cry broke through their shock, her voice trembling with feigned pain.

“It hurts! Oh no… I can’t move my hands anymore!” Lacey clutched her arm theatrically, tears streaking her cheeks.

“How am I supposed to treat Elma now? I can’t even hold a needle!”

Lacey fixed Sophie with a venomous glare, her voice laced with malice.

“You planned this, didn’t you? You don’t want me to save Elma. You’re hoping she dies so you can be Mr. Reeves’ only daughter. How conniving for someone so young.”

Sophie felt as though the air had been knocked out of her lungs. The accusations hit like a tidal wave, leaving her defenseless. Her mind raced, replaying the moment—she hadn’t shoved that hard. How had Lacey fallen so badly? She hadn’t meant to hurt Lacey, but the consequences seemed catastrophic.

Lacey’s claim of not being able to treat Elma due to the hand injuries only deepened Sophie’s agitation and unease.

Sophie’s expression crumbled under the weight of her emotions—confusion, anger, self-reproach—all swirling chaotically.

Kallie, watching Sophie closely, stepped in. With a steady hand, she patted Sophie’s head, offering a brief moment of comfort. Then, with quiet authority, she pulled Sophie behind her.

“Don’t worry,” she said gently, her voice calm but firm.

“I’ll take care of this.”

Explore captivating tales on galnovels . com Kallie stepped forward, her demeanor unshaken. Lacey, mistaking the movement for an offer of help, smirked and remained sprawled on the floor, refusing to rise. Her voice dripped with mock indignation as she declared, “If you want me to get up, it’s simple. Have Sophie apologize. She hurt me, so it’s only fair.”

Kallie’s lips curled into a cold sneer.

“Apologize? You don’t deserve it. We’re all women here, Lacey. I see through your little game. Sophie barely used any force, and you fell on purpose.” Lacey’s composure faltered, yet she kept up her facade.

“You misunderstand me. Even if I complained to Jake, he wouldn’t pity me. There’s no reason for me to resort to such tactics.”

Kallie met Lacey’s gaze unflinchingly, her voice steady and incisive.

“True, you’re not trying to win Jake’s sympathy. Your goal isn’t garnering pity—it’s sabotage. You wanted Sophie to be seen as reckless, someone Jake would disapprove of. But let me make something clear.” She crossed her arms, her tone growing sharper.

“Sophie is Mr. Reeves’ daughter. Blood ties run deeper than your schemes. Even if Jake scolds her, she’ll admit her mistake, and it’ll all blow over. But you? The one who tried to stir the pot? You’ll remain despised, no matter how hurt or wronged you claim to be.”

The smirk on Lacey’s face wavered, her eyes narrowing as Kallie pressed on.

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