Chapter 84
Jason gripped the report, knuckles white. Fury darkened his eyes. The doctor, his gaze flitting between Sophia and the unconscious Alison, cleared his throat. “This report shows a toxin on Sophia’s clothes. A colorless, odorless gas, harmless normally, but deadly for someone critically ill like Mrs. Wilson, Lucky I recognized the signs, or this could’ve gone south fast.”
Before Jason could explode, Camila stormed toward Sophia, a slap ringing through the room. “You ungrateful bitch!” she spat. “Alison has always treated you with kindness and care, like a granddaughter. But you, you repay her kindness with harm, over and over again. Four years of marriage, and you haven’t gotten pregnant. Then Ada gets pregnant, a wonderful thing, and Alison, bless her heart, wants you to take in the baby. What a wonderful thing! But you hate Alison because of this, and you want to kill her. You are just too evil”
Sophia’s mouth was bleeding, and there were fresh red marks on her pale face. Her eyes looked incredibly cold. She didn’t say anything to defend herself because she knew her explanation wouldn’t make any difference. After all, if her own husband didn’t believe her, no one else would either. But she knew that one day the truth would come out, and then Jason would feel immense pain.
Seeing Sophia’s stoicism, Camila raised her hand again. A strong arm clamped down on her wrist. It was Jason. “Jason, what are you doing? This woman is a snake. Stole her cousin’s fiancé, poisoned Alison…”
Jason pulled Camila back, his voice laced with ice as he turned to Sophia. “Did you do it?” The intensity in his gaze momentarily flickered fear in Sophia’s eyes. She instinctively clutched her stomach and retreated, trapped against the wall. Jason’s wrath, when unleashed, was terrifying. Though numb to life’s cruelty, she wasn’t sure she could face it. “Would you believe me if I said no?” she whispered, a tremor in her
voice.
Jason’s body tensed at the flicker of fear. A tense silence stretched before he leaned in, his voice a chilling whisper. “Don’t lie to me, Sophia. if this leads back to you, I swear you’ll regret the day you were born.” He shoved her away violently. Her head slammed into the wall, and dizziness washed over her. She almost collapsed, but she managed to steady herself by bracing her hands against the wall. She thought to herself, “He’s going to investigate, which means he doesn’t believe me. I can already guess what the results will be. That malicious woman Ada set this trap and arranged everything. There’s no way I can escape.
A violent cough wracked Sophia, her heart condition flaring up. Blood welled in her throat, staining her lips crimson. The man across from her seemed like a distant memory, a stranger replacing the brash young man she’d once known.
Seeing blood, a jolt of concern shot through Jason. “How hard did my mother hit her?‘ he wondered.
Camila, ever vigilant, interjected, “So, what now, Jason? If she did it…”
Jason hesitated, his gaze lingering on Sophia’s sickly pallor. The harsh words caught in his throat.
Camila didn’t urge him either, and she said matter–of–factly, “If you won’t say it, then I wilk if it’s really her doing, she’ll be sent to prison for attempted murder.” Jason suddenly clenched his fists tightly, his face showing hesitation. If she were to be sent to prison on such charges, she would have to spend at least three years inside.
Camila pressed on, refusing to let him back down. “Jason, answer mel Don’t let Alison down!”