Chapter 87 Death Could Be A Form Of Liberation For Her

Yvette furrowed her brows slightly but quickly eased up. "Your clothes are dirty now. I shouldn’t keep you any longer. Go home and get them cleaned. Aunt Jen, please see our guest off." "Ms. Jones, shall we?" Aunt Zhang went around the back of her wheelchair and grabbed the handle. Leah glanced at Yvette with a conflicted look on her face. She hummed a reply before getting wheeled out by Aunt Jen. All of a sudden, dark clouds started stacking up layer upon layer in the azure sky. The sound of a dull and heavy thunder traveled from south to north, and beads of raindrops started pattering down. Sophia was on the bed lying on her side. She was curled up into a ball, hugging herself tight. She stared at the gift box next to her pillow with only one thought in her mind— She wanted to succeed! If Charles refused to let her go after sleeping with her, she could take photographic evidence of when they slept together and use those photos or videos to threaten him to let her go! If she fa