Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 173

Charles lowered his eyes, avoiding her gaze that was brimming with hate and disgust. "You know what to choose."

"Hah." Sophia sneered. Her fist was turning white from clenching too hard. "Charles, the greatest regret of my life is loving you!"

She turned around, opened the door, and left.

Charles watched as she vanished from his line of vision. He lifted his foot subconsciously but retracted it before he could put it down.

Nicole glanced at the door several times, refusing to reconcile to the result. She said, "Mr. Harris, if you really love Soph, then you should know how painful it is for her to stay with you. If I were you, I would let Soph go."

"But you're not me," Charles said.

Nicole looked at him with a complex expression. "Are you going to force Soph to stay by your side even if she no longer has feelings for you?”

"Yes," Charles answered without hesitation.

He could not imagine life without Sophia, whether it was in the past or the present.

"..." Nicole sighed, overwhelmed by emotions and anger. She said, "What you have isn’t love but your own selfish desire! Soph is right. Loving you is the greatest regret of her life!”

Charles looked at her coldly, not swayed by her words.

In fact, if Nicole was not Sophia's sister-in-law, he would not even bother standing here listening to her nonsense.

Nicole glanced at him without saying another word. She opened the door with a sullen look on her face and went out.

After Sophia came out of Charles' ward, she bumped into Victor. A woman wearing a patient’s attire was standing next to him. The beautiful woman was currently staring at him coyly, her face blossoming like spring.

"Thanks for curing my legs, Dr. Hemingway. My legs hurt all the time from dancing. They’ve turned into a chronic problem now. If it wasn't for you, I would definitely still be suffering now."

Victor smiled. The dimples on his face were very deep. "I’m just doing my duty as a doctor. You’re too polite, Ms. Florence.”

"I’m really grateful, Dr. Hemingway!" The woman's voice was soft and tender. "I will be discharged soon. Why don't we exchange IDs with each other on WeChat? I should invite you to a meal next time."

The smile on Victor's face faded slightly. "You’re too polite, Ms. Florence. Look, you’re making me embarrassed now."

Before the woman called Miss Florence could say anything, he turned to look at Sophia and said, "Hey, Ms. White, where were you? Didn't we make an appointment to treat your leg right now?"

Sophia, "..."

"I was bored staying in the ward alone, so I went next door," Sophia said.

"Okay, I’ll forgive you, but don’t do this again next time. I have to keep track of time even when I’m eating. Time is precious." Victor was already pushing her into the ward as he spoke.

Miss Florence followed behind them and wanted to say something, but before she could enter the ward, the door slammed shut from the inside. It nearly slammed into her nose.

"Quick thinking, Ms. White" Victor said after closing the door.

Sophia glanced at him and sat on the hospital bed with her pink eyes. "Dr. Hemingway is a very good actor. I almost believed you."

"You flatter me." Victor's dimples appeared again. "I'm not lying, though. I was on my way to take a look at your leg when we bumped into each other earlier."

Though things were still unpleasant between Sophia and Charles, at least she could be sure now that he most probably would not break her leg anymore. Hence, she was also starting to think about the treatment for her leg.

Sophia hummed a response, her eyes much dimmer than before.

Initially, she figured that if the operation was extremely risky, she could probably fake a surgical accident and issue a death certificate to break free from Charles' shackles completely.

Right now, it seemed like... she was just indulging in fantasy.

Victor did not know why she suddenly looked so crestfallen. He asked her to lay down on the bed and helped her to insert the needle, saying, "When will you be free, Ms. White?"

"... I think I’ll probably be free most of the time." Sophia paused before answering.

"Well, actually," Victor said, "Aunt Lucy wants me to tell you that she wants to invite you over to have a meal together when you’re free. She has learned how to cook several new dishes lately."

Beep.

The sound of a phone vibrating was heard.

Victor glanced at his phone, sighed almost imperceptibly, and added. "Ms. White, are you free tonight? Aunt Lucy wants you to go over tonight."

Sophia was just about to say yes when someone knocked on the door. Before she could answer, the person pushed the door and walked in.

The person who came in was Jenny. In just a few days, there seemed to be a few more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, making her look as though she was five to six years older compared to before.

She thought she would not be able to enter the door as usual but was surprised when she was able to push it open. A flash of surprise emerged in her eyes at once.

"Soph," Jenny called out, walking to the side of the bed and holding Sophia's hand. "Your dad and I have reached an agreement. You can come home now."