Chapter 27 He Thinks She’s Dirty

With a smile, Marie complied and took out a first-aid kit to tend to Sophia’s wounds. At the same time, she asked carelessly, “Should I prepare some clothes for Sophia?” “There’s no need for that.” Carles walked over to the table and tossed the remainder of his cigarette into the ashtray. The alcohol soaked into the wound, making it hurt a little. A layer of cold sweat appeared on Sophia’s forehead as she gritted her teeth to stop herself from making a sound. The apprehensiveness within her grew. Why did Marie ask if she needed to prepare clothes for her all of a sudden? Were they going to let her accompany the guests? “Done.” Marie picked up her first-aid kit as she raised her gaze to her and tsked. “This scar on your head… It’s a pity.” “Thank you, Ms. Marie. I’ll be going now.” Upon hearing this, Sophia’s heart grew even more uneasy. Her face paled as she stood up, wanting to walk out of the room. Charles called out to her from the back, “Did I give you permission to lea