Sophia’s mouth was half open as she watched this. Every word she next said was squeezed out from her throat, “He’s your own grandson!”
“Watch him, just make sure he doesn’t die!” Master Harris instructed Ken.
He impatiently ordered the other two people with him, “Bring Sophia and go with me to the hospital now!”
“Yes, Master Harris,” the two men replied and caught hold of Sophia on each side of her arms. They then proceeded to drag her out.
Sophia did not struggle. All she did was turn back to look at Charles with a pale look on her face.
He fell to the ground. There was blood all over him and the floor. There were even a few glass shards sticking out from his legs. He stood up with great difficulty and looked Sophia straight in the eye. His face was bloodied, but his eyes were bright.
Sophia felt a sharp pang in her heart as she opened her mouth to say something to him, but no words came out.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here,” Charles mouthed to her and smiled. He looked a complete mess, but his smile dimmed everything else around that was happening.
Sophia suddenly felt a sob coming, and she frowned. She turned away from him and said to Master Harris who was walking next to her, “If you want me to head to the hospital for a check-up, you should bring Charles…”
“Too noisy,” Master Harris said grimly. He took out a handkerchief and handed it to the man at the side.
The man took the handkerchief and stuffed it into Sophia’s mouth expertly.
Charles’ eyes darkened at this, and a vicious look crossed his eyes. He moved forward in response but was forced to step back while clenching his fists when Ken gave him a warning look.
Sophia’s cheeks were hurting slightly because of the handkerchief being stuffed into her mouth. Sweat was quickly forming on her forehead.
However, she tried to force back the pain and not struggle.
Master Harris was capable of treating Charles so cruelly even though Charles was his grandson. It would be worse if it was an outsider like her!
The two men pushed Sophia into the car after opening the door. Then, they both turned to look at Master Harris.
“Both of you take the front seats,” Master Harris instructed and got into the car, sitting next to Sophia. The two men proceeded to get into the driver and passenger seats before starting the car.
Sophia sat with her knees closed together and placed her hands on each of her knees. She did not touch the handkerchief stuffed in her mouth.
The image of Charles’ bloodied face flashed in her mind. She frowned and gripped her pants so tightly that her knuckles went a little white.
Sophia looked even more upset when she realized she might be worried about Charles. Wait, that was not right. She was not worried about him, she just did not want to owe him anything!
Besides, she could not even protect herself right now. If she wanted to worry about someone, it should be herself!
“Take out the handkerchief,” Master Harris ordered coldly.
Sophia took out the handkerchief from her mouth and held it in a ball within her palms. She fiddled with it unconsciously, the sweat on her palms wiping onto the handkerchief.
“Are you scared about the check-up at the hospital?” Master Harris turned his head to her, staring at her with sharp, eagle-like eyes.
Sophia’s entire body stiffened as her palms started sweating all over again. “Of course, I’m scared.”
Master Harris’ face fell darker. It looked like a storm was brewing.
“Are you using this check-up as an excuse to abort the child in me since you dislike Charles so much?” Sophia’s voice was trembling, and there was no color on her face.
She was worried about the child being aborted. This could explain why she felt so afraid.
Master Harris stared straight at her as he sneered. “No!”
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