Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 232

“Please do your best no matter what, Dr. Hemingway. I will give you anything you want as long as it is within my ability," Charles said.

Victor looked at him and sneered. “I can obtain the things that you can give me all by myself, Mr. Harris."

There seemed to be clashing swords when they engaged in a staredown.

"Are we having acupuncture today?" Sophia broke the silence.

It was only then did Victor retract his gaze. He looked at her leg several times and said, "Let’s not be too hasty. Why don’t you come again the day after tomorrow?"

"Okay. Thank you, Dr. Hemingway," Sophia said. She and Charles left the hospital in silence. On the way, his damp blouse had attracted many curious and blunt stares.

At the entrance of the hospital, a Bentley was parked there with a large part of its front dented.

Looking at the car with a large patch of its paint scraped off as well as a broken headlight and rearview mirror, Sophia pursed her lips. She was hesitant to speak.

"Not this one. It’s the one in front." Charles reached out to hold her hand and walked forward.

His palm was very hot and covered in a layer of sweat. He wrapped Sophia’s hand firmly in it. She tried to struggle but could not break away. As such, she simply allowed him to pull her as they walked forward.

The two finally came to an extended version of a Lincoln.

The driver hopped out of the car and opened the door for the two of them. Then, he stood on one side reverently. Sophia got in the car first. Charles went in after her and sat next to her.

Yvette was in the car as well. After seeing Charles' outfit, she raised the corner of her eye slightly and said to the driver who had just gotten in, "Go to Bamboo Virtues Village."

"Okay, Ma'am," the driver replied.

The car engine revved up smoothly.

Yvette turned to Sophia and frowned after seeing her face. "Who did this to you?"

"I’m fine," Sophia said.

Yvette frowned and touched her face gently. "Are you injured elsewhere other than your face?"

"No," Sophia said, "Thanks for your concern, Aunt Harris."

She could not describe what it felt like to be shown care and concern by Aunt Harris right now after she failed to run away from Charles with Master Harris’ help.

Yvette sighed softly, took her hand, and said, “You don’t have to thank me, silly child."

She then said something else before saying, "Is it true that Master Harris planned to send you to prison?"

"Yeah, but Mr. Phillips messed up his plan by mistake." Sophia did not go into the details. After a pause, she said, "But I think Master Harris will give up on this idea for now."

Yvette's gaze fell on her stomach. After hesitating several times, she asked, "It’s because of the child in your belly?"

Sophia's eyelashes trembled a few times after hearing what she said. There was a trace of dilemma in her eyes. She was still thinking about whether she should tell the truth when the sound of a phone vibrating interrupted her thoughts.

Yvette answered the phone and said hello. After hearing what was said on the other end of the call, her expression turned increasingly awful. "What? Sterling went to Master Harris because of Soph?"

"!" Sophia’s heart fell with a thump. ‘Oh no,’ she thought. She should have called Sterling to tell him that she was safe as soon as she escaped from Master Harris’ clutches.

It was too late to say anything now. She extended her hand toward Charles who was sitting next to her. He looked like he was lost in his thoughts. "Let me use your phone."

Charles snapped back to his senses and handed her his phone in silence.

"Do you know Jean Lewis, the old calligrapher? He got married today. The woman he married is only 20 years old—a few months younger than his granddaughter!"

"How can I not know him? The news about him and that woman called Tiffany is all over the news today! Can you believe that they advertised him as an old artist? More like an old gangster, I reckon!”

"They’re already married, though. Who knows, maybe what they have is true love."

"Even if it’s true love, an old man in his 80s falling in love with such a young woman is definitely an old pervert! How disgusting!"

"I didn’t even look at their wedding photos. It’s too disturbing… I can’t believe the Lewis family claimed themselves to be decent and upright. Just look at what they’re doing now!"

"It’s not just that old man... Tiffany is nowhere near as good either. She got pregnant before marriage—a prostitute she is! The news reported it all, didn’t you see? During the wedding ceremony, Tiffany's ex-fiancé played videos of Tiffany and other men sleeping together…”

Ding!

The elevator arrived.

Sophia got out of the elevator. Before the elevator doors closed, she could still hear them talking about how Tiffany had attacked Leah at the wedding.

"News of the incident at the wedding has spread so quickly. Were you the one who hired someone to do this?" Yvette asked Charles.

Sophia pursed her lips, glanced at him, then walked briskly toward Master Harris’ ward.

"I’m not the only one who hates the Jones and Lewises." Charles followed Sophia at every step. He did gather a group of reporters, but the news was published before he could even finish writing the script.

Yvette was seemingly pensive. She paused for a moment and followed behind them.

Sophia arrived at Master Harris’ ward and found not only Sterling but also Nicole and her parents there. The atmosphere appeared to have reached a stalemate.