Sophia really knows how to play the victim. Got a beating and now she’s putting the blame on me like I laid hands on her for fun.
Fine, let her act pitiful all she wants. I’m not exactly shy myself. As soon as I spoke, a bunch of people took a step back, like I had some kind of plague. They didn’t even dare brush against me, just stood there throwing dirty looks and muttering that I was shameless.
Sophia scoffed, "Faking a breakdown now? For real? You're Ronald’s wife. Is this how low you go?"
"Guess I go low with the best of them," I said with a cold smirk, keeping my tone cool as ever. "Now, unless you want me to lose my patience, you'd better tell me where my mom’s things are."
Sophia bit her lip. When she saw everyone backing away, she dropped the helpless act, voice low
