Chapter 129: Trying To Get The Truth

Sophia sat in the small visitors' room, her hands trembling as she twisted a piece of fabric from her shirt between her fingers. The room was cold; she stared down at the table in front of her, her wide eyes reflecting the fear that had taken hold of her ever since she'd been brought in. Every creak of the door made her jump, her nerves frayed by the weight of what she'd done—or at least what she'd been forced to take the blame for. Sophia's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes darted up; Harry's face was set in a determined scowl, his jaw clenched tight, while Pamela's expression was more measured, though her furrowed brow betrayed her concern. They both took their seats across from Sophia, "I'm asking you, Sophia," Harry said, his voice low but firm. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table as he studied her intently. "We need you to talk. An innocent man's life depends on it," Harry said, recalling Levi's attempt to jump off the company's roof. Sophia swallowed hard