Chapter 343

Sophia's sharp gaze locked onto Amy. Her voice was cold as ice. "Where is Joshua?" "T-The morgue," Amy answered with difficulty, her eyes filled with worry as she looked at Sophia. Something was seriously wrong with her. Would she do something reckless? That thought made up Amy's mind—she would stay close to Sophia for the time being, ensuring nothing would happen. Sophia's pupils constricted. She forced herself to steady her nerves before abruptly throwing off the blanket and stumbling toward the door. The next second, Amy grabbed her arm. "Why are you stopping me?" Sophia's voice was chilling, as if it had come straight from the depths of hell. Amy stiffened but quickly turned, picked up a pair of slippers from beside the bed, and placed them at Sophia's feet. "It's cold outside, Ms. Holmes. At least put these on before you go. You'll catch a cold otherwise." "Fine," she replied indifferently. Sophia slipped on her slippers and continued her unsteady march toward the morgu