Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 73

Sophia pressed her lips together and did not say a word. If she said yes, Aunt Lewis would trouble her even more, but if she said no, Aunt Lewis would pin this on Sterling. With a wolf ahead and a tiger behind her, she stubbornly stayed silently.

“Leah is kind. She never sued you even though you nearly killed you. She only made you go to jail for two years, yet you keep wanting to hurt her!” Madam Jones walked over to the edge of the hospital bed and jabbed Sophia’s forehead hard with her carefully-manicured hand. “Has your good heart been eaten by a dog?”

A good patch of Sophia’s forehead instantly reddened, but she did not struggle.

Seeing this, William’s eyebrows furrowed tightly. He subconsciously stepped forward but quickly stepped back, turning his head away and not looking at them anymore.

“This is Aunt Lewis’ manners?” Right at that moment, Charles pushed open the door and walked in after having finished his call.

Seeing him come in, shock flashed through Madam Jones’ eyes. Her gaze went from him to Yvette, carrying a wave of faint anger. “Yvette, you came here with Charles after your meal?”

“Charles, why did you come so late?” Yvette looked shocked too.

Charles’ expression did not shift. “I came here after finishing work at my office.” He swept a glance over Sophia’s obviously unusually red forehead. “Are you stupid? Don’t know how to dodge?”

“I’m not stupid.” However, there had been no way for her to dodge.

No matter how greatly Leah hurt her, she could at least claim it was an ‘accident’, but Sterling had brazenly thrown the tea at Leah, so she could not ‘rationalize’ it.

Charles hummed vaguely and averted his gaze.

“As they speak among themselves, you do your own thing. If you don’t drink your chicken soup soon, it’ll be cold.” Yvette filled another small bowl of chicken soup and put it in Sophia’s hands.

Sophia thanked her and sipped on it.

The black chicken soup was fresh and its fragrance was strong, but she found it tasteless. If it was possible, she had hoped the people who came to take care of her in the hospital and defended her in front of outsiders were her mom and dad, not Aunt Harris.

“You’re on Sophia’s side like your mother?” Madam Jones’ voice sounded a little sharp as it was excessively elevated. “Leah got her leg hurt by Sophia because of you. Did you forget?”

Charles sat on the chair at the side and breezily dodged her question. “I think even junior high students won’t say childish things like who’s on whose side anymore.”

“Have you never learned respect for your elders, Mr. Harris?” William’s amber eyes darkened.

Charles’ lips tugged. “Does Aunt Lewis not know how to love the younger generation?”

The hospital ward was very spacious, but the back-and-forth showdown between the few of them made Sophia feel that the space was so cramped that even the air had become sticky. Every breath was unusually difficult.

“Alright. There’s still a patient here. What are you all doing?” Yvette sighed helplessly, then swept a glance over William and Madam Jones’ empty hands. “Did you and William not come to see Soph, Lew?”

Without waiting for a reply from either of them, she continued, “Probably not since nobody visits a patient with empty hands.”

“We came only to seek justice for Leah,” William said, one step ahead of Madam Jones. “Sterling hurt Leah out of nowhere. My mom and I want to know if this was his original personality or if he was being used by a bad person.”

When he said ‘a bad person’, he looked at Sophia.

“Was it really out of nowhere? Why do I see that Soph’s injuries are more severe than Leah’s?” Yvette tsked. “Just looking at the wound on Soph’s leg makes me feel as if I’m in pain.”

Hearing this, Madam Jones’ anger overflowed, and she berated, “Are you doubting our words?”