Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 92

Sophia pulled her leg into the dress and covered her right leg completely with her dress before she hummed a reply.

"What did the doctor say?" Aunt Lucy approached her, her eyes filled with excitement. "Can it be cured? My nephew is an expert on this. He is now studying in the United States. I'll ask him to take a look when he's back!"

Sophia pressed her lips together and said nothing, remembering Charles's warning.

"It makes me angry when you mention that!" Sterling slammed the broom to the floor, spilling noodles onto his pants' leg. He did not even have time to notice. "Charles is a f*cking psychopath, pervert, *sshole, and bastard. He broke my sister's leg and won't even let her cure it!"

He spat on the ground, his handsome face turning red with anger. "F*ck, I wish he'll get hit by a car when he goes out. He'd better be crippled and suffer erectile dysfunction for life. He'll break his leg, then break his family…"

"Hey, let me put in a word." Aunt Lucy motioned with her hands to stop him and earnestly said, "Actually, I think it's a good thing that Mr. Harris broke Soph's leg."

Sterling raised his grimy broom before Nicole stopped him with a ghastly expression. "It's… Let’s wait for Aunt Lucy to finish first."

Sophia did not say or do anything, but the color was gone from her face. Her eyes were full of disbelief.

Bang!

The broom was slammed onto the table.

Sterling pulled a chair and sat on it. With a livid face, he said to Aunt Lucy, "Be careful what you say. If I can curse out my parents for letting Soph down, I won’t hesitate to do the same to you!"

"How dare you, boy! Is this how you talk to your elders?!" Aunt Lucy stood up and slapped Sterling on the forehead. "You even want to hit me?"

Sterling covered his head, his handsome face flushed. He kept stammering for a long time but did not say anything.

"You never let people finish!" Aunt Lucy glared at Sterling, then grumpily sat down before she looked at Sophia. She slowly said, "Ms. Jones said she won't sue you, but the rest of the Jones would rather eat you alive!"

Sterling shouted angrily, "What does that have to do with that *sshole Charles breaking my sister's leg? He..."

"Will you be quiet and let Aunt Lucy finish?!" Nicole put her hand on the inside of his arm and pinched him hard.

Sterling winced in pain and muttered something under his breath.

"How could they have agreed to put you in prison for only two years if Mr. Harris hadn't broken your leg and the Jones hadn’t vented their fury? They'd let you stay in prison for the rest of your life!" On her last remark, Aunt Lucy spoke a lot louder.

Sophia clenched her fist, her knuckles white. "Therefore..." She paused for a moment, then squeezed a word out of her throat. "You think I owe him a debt of gratitude?"

He broke her leg with a golf club, threw her in jail, and denied her treatment, but she still owed him a debt of gratitude?!

"That's not what I mean. Don't get mad, Soph." Aunt Lucy patted her back. "I just want to say that no matter what kind of psycho ideas Mr. Harris has, they're all a blessing in disguise for you."

Sophia hung her head low, the scar on her eyebrow aching. "Do you think it's worthwhile to give up one leg for freedom for the rest of your life?"

However, it was not a bargain for her. She would rather die alone in prison than be taken to the Dream Club by Charles to suffer all kinds of humiliation. She could not even try to die.