Reborn to Burn Them All novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191

Sophia’s words sent a ripple through the crowd. Jonathan’s heart sank, a mix of anger and frustration boiling inside him. He thought, ‘Here die go agali That troublemaker always makes a stene.

Yvette’s face was clouded with worry as she looked at Jonathan. “Dad, do you think the Dawson family’s gonna hold this against be?”

Jonathan shot her a furious glare. “Shut up,” he snapped. The thought that Yvette was just as good for nothing as Sophia made his chest feel ever tighter.

Wette hung her head like a kicked puppy. Sean instinctively reached out to pat her head, but halfway through, her wig slipped, exposing her bare scalp

Yvette blinked her teary red eyes and murmured, “Sean…”

Sean yanked his hand back, looking awkward as hell. “Sorry,” he mumbled, then looked away.

Yvette just sat there feeling sorry for herself, playing up that fragile, wounded little girl act.

Margot heard Sophia’s words and narrowed her eyes. “Are you a Chandler?” she asked.

Sophia smiled sweetly. “Mrs. Dawson, don’t you think Chandler has a much nicer ring to it than Dawson? Especially since the Hartwick family didn’t appreciate your nice gesture. Maybe your grandson should just take our name?”

The second those words left her mouth, every guest whipped their heads around and started whispering like crazy.

“Holy shit. Sophia just went for the jugular.”

“Sophia’s actually going head–to–head with Margot?”

“This is insane. Hey, grab some popcorn.”

Margot’s face went stone cold. She slowly drew herself up, and suddenly the whole room felt her power.

Sophia, however, stayed totally chill, a sly smile on her face. “Mrs. Dawson,” she continued, “if you hate the Dawson name so much, why doesn’t your whole family just change it to Chandler?”

Everyone thought the drama was already off the charts, but nobody saw Sophia doubling down and straight–up roasting Margot to her face.

Margot wasn’t showing her anger yet, but the rest of the Dawsons were about to blow a gasket. Zachary’s mother, Melanie Dawson, was the first to crack. Melanie sized Sophia up from head to toe, her disgust practically dripping off her face.

Melanie sneered, “So you’re the Chandler girl. Zachary’s assistant told me you’re always pestering him. What, he won’t look at you, so now you’re picking fights with the Dawsons instead?

“Jonathan and Heather, where the hell are you? If you’re gonna show up, at least pretend to parent. Don’t you think it’s time to teach your daughter some basic respect?”

Melanie was basically calling Sophia a desperate harasser. And she mocked Sophia for causing trouble now that Zachary wasn’t giving her the attention she wanted.

Everyone had been glued to Melanie. The second she finished, all eyes snapped to Sophia, dying to hear what she’d say back.

Sophia arched an eyebrow. “Mrs. Dawson, when was the last time you actually left home?”

Melanie looked confused. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Sophia sighed dramatically. “Mrs. Dawson, your family’s intel is seriously outdated. Sure, I’m a Chandler, but I’m not the only Chandler daughter. Wrong girl, lady.

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Chapter 191

“And speaking of your beloved son, Zachary? He has already been suspended from the hospital and is now just loafing at home. If you’re wondering, he was suspended, I’d be happy to give you a little rundown. Free of charge.

“Zachary not only violated professional ethics by dating a patient overseas, but he also made her commit suicide. Now there’s a price on his head He can’t even step out of the Dawson residence because someone’s gonna kill him the second he shows his face?

Sophia shook her head like she felt sorry for them. “I seriously don’t get your family. How can you all be so pathetic and so full of yourselves at the same time? Is being delusional just in your DNA?”

The guests were eating this up, hoping Sophia would spill even more tea.

When Melanie called him out, Jonathan clutched his chest in anger. Hearing Sophia tear into them made his blood boil “Sophia, shut your mouth right now,” he snapped.

Jonathan’s furious voice sliced through the sudden silence in the room, making it uncomfortably loud.

Sophia glanced over with a smirk. “Oh, Jonathan, you’re still breathing. What a miracle,”

Jonathan’s chest seized up, and blood rushed to his head. He knew Sophia wouldn’t listen to him, so he gave up on trying to talk sense into her.

Looking like he wanted to crawl into a hole, he shuffled over to Margot and basically groveled. “Mrs. Dawson, this is all my fault. I should’ve kept Sophia in line. She’s still young and doesn’t know any better. Please accept my apology on her behalf.”

Margot watched Jonathan grovel like a dog. Then she shot Sophia a look that could’ve killed her on the spot and let out this cold snort. With all these people watching, Margot wasn’t about to lower herself by fighting with some brat.

“Since Sophia doesn’t know how to act right,” Margot said coolly, “take her home and discipline her properly. Teach her some manners before she embarrasses your family again.”

Jonathan hated being lectured by Margot, but he gritted his teeth and replied, “Mrs. Dawson, you’re absolutely right.”

Jonathan basically licked Margot’s boots in front of everyone, which finally chilled her out a bit.

“Jonathan, you’re so pathetic,” Sophia suddenly cut in. “You just love letting people walk all over you. God, you make me sick. Don’t ever tell anyone I’m your daughter again. You’re embarrassing.”

Jonathan’s face turned red with rage. “You little piece of shit, shut up.”

Sophia sneered, “Piece of shit? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, you know.”

Jonathan felt like he was about to have a stroke. Glaring at Sophia, he roared, “You trying to kill me or something?”

Sophia put on an innocent face and retorted, “Look at you, shouting like that. You seem pretty lively for someone who’s about to die. If you drop dead, that’s on you, not me.

“Everyone saw you lose your temper first. Oh, and if you die, I better get every penny of my inheritance.”

Jonathan gritted his teeth, forcing back the bile rising in his throat. He thought, ‘So now you’re not even pretending you don’t want my money. Dream on, you little brat. I’ll outlive you all just to spite you.

Sophia knew exactly what was going through his head. She rolled her eyes hard, thinking, ‘If he just dropped dead now, that’d be way too good for him.‘

Sophia couldn’t care less about looking bad in front of everyone. Anyway, she knew all these drama–hungry guests were dying for her to drop another