Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 306

Sophie was a little frustrated for sleeping so soundly that she did not even realize when Liam had left.

The maids went back and forth to help her move her things to another room. They were very quick and soon, the room was empty.

The room was not at all messy as she had expected it to be. Sophie walked inside and stood by the window, just in time to see the person in the back building across from her.

"Is someone living there?" Sophie looked at the window on the second floor opposite to where she was standing now and asked the person behind her in a soft voice.

The servant, who was not very old but was responsible, lowered her head and said word for word from what she was told to say, "An old couple and their daughter-in-law live in the back building of the manor. Their son already passed away."

Sophie's eyes widened probably because she did not expect such a story. After a while, she asked again, "Then this manor is originally theirs too?"

"It was bought by the Young Master. He felt sorry for them, so he allowed them to stay in the back building."

Sophie nodded. "That's how it should be. It's already unfortunate to lose a son in old age. Come with me. I want to pay them a visit. They're considered our neighbors after all."

She had a somewhat wistful smile on her face. Sophie had always lived alone, surrounded by a bunch of maids. She never had the feeling of being neighbors with others.

Hearing her say that, the maid was a little lost, but she quickly regained composure. She was a smart girl, so she said, "Madam, the Young Master wants you to have a good rest today. You’ve just moved in, so it's just the same if you prepare a gift and visit them tomorrow. Also, I heard that after the death of the old man's son, their daughter-in-law lost her mind. It may not be a good idea for you to go over like this."

Sophie did not like to trouble others. She froze for a moment and nodded. "Yeah, it's not polite to just knock on their door like that. You should send some of the apple pie the kitchen made to them later. Prepare some gifts too, I'll visit them personally tomorrow."

"Okay Madam, don't worry," The maid answered quickly.

In this short moment, the things in her room had been moved. Sophie could no longer see the figure by the window. The feeling last night was probably just her illusion. After standing for a while more, she followed the maid out.

Probably because Sophie liked roses, this place had large swaths of roses. There was also a whole field of roses nearby according to the maids.

Sophie had seen it before. Those flowers were not tended to, so they were growing wildly. She found a pair of scissors wanting to trim the flower branches.

The maid followed her downstairs and thoughtfully prepared two pairs of gloves.

"Madam, let's trim this red rose bush first. You can tell me how to cut it and I’ll help you."

Sophie looked at this small sea of flowers in front of her. They were all crammed together and were all over the place. In the sunlight, she could feel their vibrant life surfacing.

She looked at it and was lost in thought. The interest in her eyes slowly faded away.

Seeing that she did not move for a long time and was just staring blankly into the flower bushes, the maid did not know what was going on, so she carefully called out to Sophie.

Sophie instantly came back to her senses and found the maid looking at her puzzled. "Madam, which one should we start with?"

She looked at the scissors in her hand and slowly dropped them. "It’s fine. There’s no need to trim it."

The professor had expected Andre to ask this question. Andre was a bit slow in many aspects, but he had a genius brain after all.

"Who says it isn't, Andre?" The professor’s smile widened. "We’re using the heart of someone who’s already in bad health to exchange for another person's new life."

Andre frowned and retorted, "But Lindsey still has a little life in her womb. You wanted to kill the child and remove her heart. Wouldn't that be trading two lives for one? Since Lindsey is obviously unwilling, we can't go against the patient's wishes. Professor, this isn’t right."

The nearly thirty-year-old genius doctor, whose world was either black or white, and who had been as simple and ignorant as a child, finally raised this question to the professor who was like a father to him.

Human rights were the most important. No one had the right to deprive others of their lives without regard to their wishes, let alone an expecting mother’s life.

"Andre, you don't understand now. Just do as I say." The professor's tone had become somewhat discontented.

"I really don’t understand. Is it for money? Or is it for something else? Fame, status, power?" This silly child was surprisingly quick-witted for once.

The professor's eyes flashed with anger. In the end, he did not hold back his anger and said, "I think there’s a problem with your mental state lately, Andre. You need to rest and you don’t need to follow me here during this time."

Andre opened his mouth. He looked agitated and somewhat aggrieved, but he still did not dare to disobey his professor's orders.

This so-called professor did not treat Andre as a person with dignity. He was treating Andre like his possession and was quick to discipline him as if he was teaching his son.