Chapter 35
Sophia’s fingers trembled slightly as she typed out a message to Yvonne. vonn, what happened to that friend of yours? Didn’t see her today)
Yvonne replied to her almost immediately: She ended our friendship So sad |
Sophia raised an eyebrow. The last time she saw them, she thought it was just a little spat between two girls that would blow over soon.
Yvonne sent another message: Quick question. Are you into langirling over celebs!]
Sophia replied bluntly. [Not really.
Yvonne sent a happy spinning cat emoji, and Sophia couldn’t help but smile a little. Since Yvonne didn’t have the answer, she’d have to ask someone
Sophia stepped out of her room and immediately spotted Yvette in a soft, textured light green dress the same style as one of the dresses Sophia had cut
“Well, Sophis, you’re home,” Yvet
se, Yvette said, straightening her back when she noticed Sophia staring at her dress. A smugglint lashed in her eyes as casually adjusted her hair.
She continued, “Did you hear? Howard was in a car accident. I’m heading to the hospital to see him. Want to tag along?”
Sophia crossed her arms, her lips curling into a sneer. “You look way too happy about his accident. What’s next? Planning his funeral?”
Yvette froze, momentarily stunned, before frowning. “Sophia, how can you say that?”
Sophia smirked. “You want me to say something nice? How much are you paying?”
Yvette was left speechless. Sophia gave her a once–over and said, “Take off the dress.” She thought it was an eyesore.
Yvette shook her head. “This dress was a gift from Mom.”
Sophia scoffed and said fiercely. “Oh, really?”
Scared, Yvette stumbled back, her eyes darting around like she’d seen a ghost. Then she ran away.
Sophia clicked her tongue in annoyance. She had planned to ask someone about the car accident, but the house was empty. It wasn’t until ater dinner that Heather and Wette finally returned.
Sophia wasted no time and asked, “What’s the deal with the car accident?”
Assuming she was concerned about Howard, Heather replied, “Howard only suffered some minor injuries. He’ll be discharged tomorrow.”
Sophia frowned. “I’m not asking about him. Who are the ones involved–one dead, one injured?”
Heather hesitated, momentarily taken aback. Yvette, always the troublemaker, added with a teasing tone, “Sophia, you don’t care about Howard? Why bother caring about strangers?”
Having waited all afternoon, Sophia’s patience snupped. “Yvette, do you itch for trouble if you don’t act like a fool for a day?”
Yvette immediately ducked behind Heather, pretending to be scared.
Heather, clearly displeased, said, “Yvette’s right. You don’t care about Howard, so why care about anyone else if it weren’t for them, Howard wouldn’t have been in the accident, Luckily, it’s just minor injuries this time.”
Sophia slammed her foot into the chair, the sharp crack of wood breaking the tense silence. She unleashed her frustration on the two of them.
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She yelled, “What does his accident have to do with me? Should I throw a parade and hire a band to send him off?”
Heather and Yvette were both stunned,
“Idiots,” Sophia muttered as site stormed back to her room. What a waste of time, she thought, I should’ve known better than to expect anything use from them” Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she decided to message Charlotte directly,
Charlotte seemed busy and didn’t reply immediately
Sophia waited patiently, In the meantime, she gathered all her old high school notes, packed them into a box, and planned to drop them off at the Starbucks store tomorrow for Woone.
It wasn’t until 9 PM that Charlotte finally responded. Sorry, the station’s been hectic. I haven’t had time to check my phone.
Still eating instant noodles in her office, Charlotte sent another message to Sophia. Both students are from Crest High School. Ingrid Williams‘ injuries are serious but not life threatening Giselle Welch, unfortunately, didn’t make it
Charlotte assumed Sophia was asking out of concern for Howard, and since the identities of the two students weren’t confidential, she shared the Information
Sophia frowned at the reply. Ingrid, Yvonne’s friend, was the one who would throw acid at her in the future. As for Giselle, the name didn’t ring any bells at all.
The next day was the day to film the variety show, but Sophia had clearly forgotten about it. She slept soundly without nightmares and woke up early.
She went to the kitchen, toasted a slice of bread, and held it in her hand. Just as she sat down, the doorbell rang
The maid, on her way to answer the door, glanced at Sophia hesitantly.
Sophia shot her a glare. “What are you looking at?”
The maid flinched instinctively. “Ms. Sophia Chandler, I think it’s the crew for Mr. Howard Chandler’s show outside.“”
Sophia took a bite of her bread, her face full of disdain. “What’s that got to do with me?”
The doorbell kept ringing, and the maid, unable to delay any longer, went to open the door.
When the crew entered and saw Sophia, they froze for a moment.
Sophia merely gave them a cold glance, finished her milk, and slammed the empty carton onto the table. The loud “thud” echoed through the quiet living room.
The crew members flinched. They thought she might look pretty, but those cold, lifeless eyes were enough to make anyone’s skin crawl. “What a strange girl they thought.
At some point, Howard had returned from the hospital. With his hair a mess and a groggy expression, he came downstairs.
One of the crew members greeted him m with a polite smile. “Good morning, Mr. Chandler.”
Howard nodded casually. “Are we starting now? My family isn’t even up yet.”
The crew member checked the time and smiled. “Filming officially starts at eight. There’s still some time. You can freshen up first. Also, our show will be live streamed”
Howard acknowledged with a hum and turned to head back upstairs.
At the corner of the second floor, Sophia leaned lazily against the wall. Howard, not noticing her, went straight to knock on her door. “Looking for me?”
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she asked.
Howard jumped, quickly retracting his hand. He turned around. “What the hell? Where did you pop out from?”
Seeing his startled expression, Sophia lowered her head, her long hair covering her face. Slowly, she raised her head, her eyes empty and eerie in a chilling voice, she said, “I’ve been following you all along. I’m the ghost haunting your every hp?
Howard’s lace turned pale. He shivered and instinctively took a few steps back.
Sophia burst into mocking laughter. “Coward.”
“You’re insane!” Howard snapped, his face dark with anger.
“Exactly! Not just me, though. Our whole family is crazy” Sophia retorted with a smirk.
Howard was speechless. He wanted to storm off, but he restrained himself.
Sophia looked at him, a bit surprised. This level of patience wasn’t like him. Yesterday’s car accident left one dead and another injured, yet here he was.
alive and kicking, ready to work the next day.
She gave him a once–over and then shook her head in disappointment. “Wow, you really are lucky. Not even a car crash could kill you.”
Howard instinctively wanted to snap back, but then he remembered his agent Alfred’s stern warnings. He held back. “Sophia, how about a chance to shine on camera?”
Sophia chuckled. “Sure, but you’ll have to pay for my cooperation.”
Howard blinked, confused. “Wait, what?”
“You want me to help you explain your story of me, from a slacker to a high achiever, don’t you?” Sophia said bluntly.
Howard’s expression darkened visibly.
Sophia shrugged. “Till help, but only if you pay me.
Howard was stunned. “That’s it?” He had expected her to mock him, not make such a straightforward demand.
Sophia nodded with a smile.
Not wanting her to change her mind, Howard immediately pulled out his phone. “How much do you want?”
“Depends on how sincere you are,” Sophis replied.
After fumbling for a while, Howard realized he didn’t have her added as a contact. Sophia helpfully pulled up her payment QR code. When the notification of the transfer came through, she clicked her tongue in satisfaction.
“I’ve paid you, so make sure you cooperate later” Howard said, his confidence restored. Then he gave her a disdainful once–over.
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