Drenched in Love

Chapter 54 Why Give Up

"Is that so?"

Sophia looked at Vincent and asked again. At this time her face and lips were pale and her body began

to tremble slightly.

She hoped Vincent would say no. If he said no, then she was not the one who caused her mother’s

death....

Vincent looked at Sophia with red eyes. He opened his mouth, wondering what to say. He naturally

knew it was a blow to Sophia. He wanted to say no, but......

Ella nestled beside Vincent, with a standard smile on her face all the time. Seeing that Vincent did not

answer, Ella raised her hand and touched Vincent's arm, “Vincent, Sophia asked you, tell her!"

Vincent came back to himself and took a look at Ella. Ella's eyes were bright with the meaning only the

two of them understood.

Vincent's face got serious. He looked at Sophia and said, “Sophia, that is it."

Sophia's body suddenly shook once.

She didn't know how on earth she had left the cafe. She o forgot that she had left the car parked on the

side of the road. Her feet were moving mechanically and unconsciously.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window to see Sophia’s thin figure, Vincent clenched his fist. He suddenly

stood up and wanted to chase out, but Ella immediately held his arms and did not allow him to leave.

"Ella!"

Vincent pushed her away and looked at her coldly, "I said it according to your meaning. Now you are

satisfied!"

Ella’s face changed, “Vincent, you are satisfied! Didn’t Sophia cause the death of Helena? If not, who

killed her?"

When she said this, her voice had softened a lot, showing a bright smile, but Vincent's face got pale.

His fists clenched under his sleeve, his body trembled for a moment, and then he slowly unclenched

them and turned away.

It was completely dark and it was time to get off work. The road was crowded and there was a

annoying honk from time to time.

But all this had nothing to do with Sophia. She looked at the front at a loss and continued to walk like a

zombie.

The harsh honk because louder and louder, which pulled Sophia back to the real world.

Sophia turned around, only to find a black car with unknown brand parking next to her. Sophia froze

and then found that she stood in the middle of the road, causing traffic jam.

Sophia immediately retreated to the side. Behind her was a right turn, and a car sped by touching her

dress. It was only a short few seconds, Sophia did not realize the danger, but the driver was startled.

"What the devil are you doing?! Die away! Don't harm people in the street!"

Sophia apologized and retreated to the side of the road.

Driver's words again echoed in her ear: Die away! Don't harm people in the street!

Sophia felt that she really should go to die. She was the reason her mother died. If she had not gone to

prison, if she had not made herself scapegoat for Vincent, her mother would not have died.

Her tears fell down, blurring the line of sight. Sophia crashed into a tree by the side of the road. She fell

to the ground and did not rise. She sat against the tree trunk, biting her lips and letting the tears fall.

From time to time, passers-by pointed at her, but most of them took a look and hurried away. There

were children told their mother that she was crying, and then were dragged away by parents.

She had been sitting for a long time and her legs became numb. Sophia stood up by supporting the

tree trunk and continued to walk.

In front was a big bridge, under the bridge was the river waves. Sophia walked toward step by step and

stood on the bridge. Looking at the deep river under the bridge, Sophia could not help but think: jump,

Sophia, jump, Jump to pay mother's life, and to end this ridiculous life.

Standing on the bridge and watching for a long time, the idea of jumping off became more and more

strong.

‘Sophia, jump and it ends.’

She told herself again in her mind.

She was twenty-four years old, born in a wealthy family and had enjoyed the love of her parents. Five

years ago, it was a turning point. After the car accident, she took the blame for Vincent and went to

prison. When she went out form prison with hope, but found that the outside world had completely

changed. The life outside was more difficult than that of the prison.

Sophia smiled wryly. Karma, perhaps. Five years ago, they took the life of a young girl, and now it's her

turn to pay back.

Although she was killed by Vincent, but, why didn't she drive? Why didn't watch carefully and remind

Vincent? Vincent said he would pick her up, why didn't she refuse knowing Vincent drank?

Yes. Vincent drank and made a call to her, saying he would pick her up. She said no, she would ask the

driver to pick her up. But Vincent insisted and she did not refuse again.

Would her life have been different if she had refused?

Sophia, jump. Her mind said to herself again.

Sophia's hands were on the handrail. As she was to get onto it, her phone rang.

Sophia came back to herself and picked up the phone. It was Stephen, “Sophia, come back to cook!"

The phone was hung up. Stephen’s cold voice made Sophia completely woke up: she can't die now!

She had not yet seen her father, and she would go to see her father and brother, and then to see her

mother before she died.

When all this was done, she could die.

Sophia put away the phone and left the bridge. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Not far from the bridge, Stephen sat in the leather seat of a black Rolls-Royce, holding a tall glass, in

which the red liquid rippled with the movement of his fingers.

Daniel sat in the driver's seat. He watched Stephen's look from the rearview mirror and asked seeing

that he seemed not angry, “Mr. Berry, your purpose is about to achieve, why give up?"

Stephen looked at the red liquid in the tall glass and slightly curved the corners of his mouth. "It is a

short time. It would be too good for her to die now."

He wanted to torture her slowly, so that she regretted to have come to this world.

Stephen's hand suddenly squeezed hard. The tall glass broke into pieces in his hands, and the red

liquid trickled through his fingers. No one knew if his hand was punctured, or if it was just red

wine.