Sophia's POV
I let the phone ring for a while before it went back to silence. Then the call came in again, this time, Mr. Mark, sensing my hesitation, decided to excuse himself from the room. I picked the call, and immediately I heard Donald bark from the other end, insulting me as always.
“I don't have time for this. What do you want?” I asked after he had finished ranting.
“If you don't return the watch you stole,” he paused, his loud breath almost deafening my ear. “I swear you'd kiss your next meal in jail.”
With that, he ended the call. He didn't even bother to ask about my wellbeing, he just went about throwing accusations at me.
Typical Donald! Always finding fault in everything that concerns me. But this time around, he's even more bitter. How could a man I've loved over the
