Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 92

Sophia pulled her leg into the dress and covered her right leg completely with her dress before she hummed a reply.

"What did the doctor say?" Aunt Lucy approached her, her eyes filled with excitement. "Can it be cured? My nephew is an expert on this. He is now studying in the United States. I'll ask him to take a look when he's back!"

Sophia pressed her lips together and said nothing, remembering Charles's warning.

"It makes me angry when you mention that!" Sterling slammed the broom to the floor, spilling noodles onto his pants' leg. He did not even have time to notice. "Charles is a f*cking psychopath, pervert, *sshole, and bastard. He broke my sister's leg and won't even let her cure it!"

He spat on the ground, his handsome face turning red with anger. "F*ck, I wish he'll get hit by a car when he goes out. He'd better be crippled and suffer erectile dysfunction for life. He'll break his leg, then break his family…"

"Hey, let me put in a word." Aunt Lucy motioned with her hands to stop him and earnestly said, "Actually, I think it's a good thing that Mr. Harris broke Soph's leg."

Sterling raised his grimy broom before Nicole stopped him with a ghastly expression. "It's… Let’s wait for Aunt Lucy to finish first."

Sophia did not say or do anything, but the color was gone from her face. Her eyes were full of disbelief.

Bang!

The broom was slammed onto the table.

Sterling pulled a chair and sat on it. With a livid face, he said to Aunt Lucy, "Be careful what you say. If I can curse out my parents for letting Soph down, I won’t hesitate to do the same to you!"

"How dare you, boy! Is this how you talk to your elders?!" Aunt Lucy stood up and slapped Sterling on the forehead. "You even want to hit me?"

Sterling covered his head, his handsome face flushed. He kept stammering for a long time but did not say anything.

"You never let people finish!" Aunt Lucy glared at Sterling, then grumpily sat down before she looked at Sophia. She slowly said, "Ms. Jones said she won't sue you, but the rest of the Jones would rather eat you alive!"

Sterling shouted angrily, "What does that have to do with that *sshole Charles breaking my sister's leg? He..."

"Will you be quiet and let Aunt Lucy finish?!" Nicole put her hand on the inside of his arm and pinched him hard.

Sterling winced in pain and muttered something under his breath.

"How could they have agreed to put you in prison for only two years if Mr. Harris hadn't broken your leg and the Jones hadn’t vented their fury? They'd let you stay in prison for the rest of your life!" On her last remark, Aunt Lucy spoke a lot louder.

Sophia clenched her fist, her knuckles white. "Therefore..." She paused for a moment, then squeezed a word out of her throat. "You think I owe him a debt of gratitude?"

He broke her leg with a golf club, threw her in jail, and denied her treatment, but she still owed him a debt of gratitude?!

"That's not what I mean. Don't get mad, Soph." Aunt Lucy patted her back. "I just want to say that no matter what kind of psycho ideas Mr. Harris has, they're all a blessing in disguise for you."

Sophia hung her head low, the scar on her eyebrow aching. "Do you think it's worthwhile to give up one leg for freedom for the rest of your life?"

However, it was not a bargain for her. She would rather die alone in prison than be taken to the Dream Club by Charles to suffer all kinds of humiliation. She could not even try to die.

Charles did not reply but asked, "Sterling was carrying Sophia. Did she sprain her ankle badly?"

"I can't tell from the surveillance if Ms. White's foot was swollen, so I'm not sure whether it's serious." The hotel manager could not tell what was going on in his mind. "Should I call Mr. White?"

Charles unbuttoned two of the buttons on his shirt and felt that it was easier to breathe now. "No, you may continue with whatever you need to do."

The hotel manager had just said yes and was about to leave with the security guards when Madam Jones shoved him aside.

"What are you doing, Charles?!" Madam Jones stormed up to Charles and looked up at him. He was one head taller than she was. Even her delicate makeup could not hide her ghastly expression.

The guests had seen one chaos after another, but they were still in high spirits and did not feel bored.

It seemed like every time Madam Jones was around, they could watch chaos ensue. After all, she was also a legend in their circle. She was more than 50 years old but was much more headstrong than the ladies who were in their 20s.

Charles sipped his red wine, and his Adam's apple rolled while he kept an indifferent expression. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't give me all that nonsense!" When Madam Jones was angry, she spoke and did everything by heart. "You're getting engaged to Leah, yet you're throwing that pest Sophia White a birthday party? Are you having some affair with her?"

Charles put the unfinished wine on the table behind him and casually said, "You'll probably get angrier if I say yes, but you won't believe me even if I say no. What do you think I should say?"

"Nonsense!" The more Madam Jones looked at her future son-in-law, the less satisfied she was with him. "Today, with everyone here, tell us whether you're still thinking of that witch Sophia White. If so, I will never allow Leah to marry you!"