Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 121

Charles hummed a reply, seemingly pensive. "He's doing it for his sister."

"???" For a moment, Zachary could not understand him. "How does Sophia have anything to do with his business?"

Charles looked up at him. After a moment, he said slowly, "You? A gold medal lawyer? Are those people blind or is your brain flooded?"

"Charles, you should be stoked to have a friend like me in your life. I’m the only one who can stand your temper!" Zachary pushed his glasses and squinted his eyes at him. "Sterling is learning how to manage a business because he’s trying to save Sophia from your clutches, right?"

Charles turned his head and looked out the window. Sophia was standing at the railing with her back turned against him. She was scrawny; her back lonely. It was hard to associate her with the arrogant noble daughter from two years ago.

His heart twitched in pain uncontrollably. It felt as though insects and ants were gnawing on it.

"Feeling sorry for her?" Zachary followed his gaze. "You mentioned that this time Sophia seduced you after Sterling drugged you. Why didn’t you just sleep with her so both of you can just get together accordingly? How nice would that be?”

Charles retracted his gaze, twirling the quilt with his fingertips. "They installed a spycam and tried to record a video to threaten me."

"Huh?" Zachary was so astonished that his mouth fell open halfway. Although these siblings had adopted an old-fashioned method, he must admit that it was simple and effective but also very risky.

Charles lowered his eyes. The orange sunlight shone on him, covering a huge part of his face in the darkness. "I don't feel sorry for her. She asked for it."

Zachary, "..."

"I really don’t understand!" Zachary disregarded his image and tugged at his hair. "What exactly happened between you and Sophia two years ago?"

For a lawyer who had a severe case of obsessive-compulsive disorder, it was too tormenting for him to know only the result of a case without knowing the truth.

Bang!

Clara slammed the door open. She could not stand it anymore as she grumbled at Zachary, "Zachary, even women don’t talk as much nonsense as you. Are you going to dinner or not? If you’re not going to leave, then I'll go with Sophia. I'm so, so, so hungry!!!"

Having said that, she put on a brave face and glared several times at Charles. The latter, however, looked as though he did not notice it, leaving her exceedingly frustrated.

"Let’s go. We’ll leave right now." Zachary immediately tossed aside the so-called ‘truth of the case’ in one corner, then grabbed his briefcase and walked out.

Charles called out behind him. "I didn't drive here. Take me home after I change my clothes."

Clara lowered her head, rolling her eyes in contempt.

"Aren’t you going to stay two more days in the hospital?" Zachary asked.

Charles replied, "No."

"Alright. Go change your clothes, then." Zachary glanced at the thermos barrel. "You didn't really drink the chicken soup, though. I suppose you haven’t had your dinner yet? We’re just about to go and grab dinner. Do you want to eat something with us before you go home?"

Clara wanted to refuse the moment she heard that he was going to invite Charles to dinner. Unfortunately, he had finished talking before she could even refuse.

She was dumbfounded. Eating together with Big Iceberg was a sheer weight loss diet for her!

"Um. Mr. Harris is injured. He can't eat stuff like spicy crayfish or spicy tofu hotpot!" Clara chuckled and continued. "It's best for him to go home and have his meal. Porridge will be the best choice for a patient!"

Charles looked as though he did not detect the resistance in her tone. He took out his clothes, got out of the bed, and walked toward the bathroom. "You don't need to worry about me. You can eat whatever you want. Just get me a bowl of soup or porridge."