Confrontations 1
1065 Words
Edward took long, confident strides towards the VVIP section. As he neared where Sophia was seated, he went over how he was going to scold her multiple times. When he finally arrived, he stood behind her, his irritation growing as he watched her mingle with the others at the table, people even he couldn't sit with.
Meanwhile, Sophia sat calmly in her seat, her attention fixed on the stage where a violin performance was taking place. The soft golden lights reflected against her black dress beautifully, making her look completely untouchable.
Edward cleared his throat loudly. “Sophie,” he called.
She didn’t react.
At first, he thought she hadn’t heard him because of the music. He frowned slightly and stepped closer. “Sophie,” he called again, this time louder.
Still nothing.
His irritation deepened immediately as he realized that she was ignoring him on purpose. He glanced around briefly and noticed a few people beginning to watch them from nearby tables.
“Sophie!” he snapped a third time, his patience finally thinning.
Once again, she ignored him completely.
Edward’s jaw tightened. He moved closer and tapped her lightly on the arm, his voice sharper this time. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”
Sophia slowly turned her head toward him, annoyance already visible in her eyes. The look on her face alone made Edward pause for half a second because it carried none of the nervousness she used to have around him.
“What are you doing?” she asked flatly.
Edward stared at her in disbelief. The confidence he had initially was suddenly nowhere to be found. “I’ve been calling you for the past few minutes and you kept ignoring me.”
Sophia blinked once before leaning back slightly in her chair. “Mr Monroe you have been calling for a Sophie." she corrected calmly. “I’m quite sure no Sophie is sitting here.”
Edward frowned hard, completely thrown off. “What nonsense are you talking about?”
“If you were trying to call me, my name is Sophia King,” she replied evenly. “And since we are strangers, you should address me properly. Miss King.”
Edward looked genuinely appalled. It took him a second before he understood what she meant.
“You changed your name?” he demanded immediately, his eyes widening in disbelief. “How dare you do something like that without my approval?”
Sophia almost laughed at the absurdity of the question. She tilted her head slightly before looking at him with open amusement.
“You must be confused, Mr. Monroe,” she said smoothly. “I do not remember needing your permission for anything.”
Edward’s face darkened instantly. “I am still your father.”
This time, Sophia actually chuckled softly. Even the guests sitting close to her found his claim funny. Everyone knew that Edward was never a father to Sophie, even when she was still a child.
“My father?” Sophie repeated. “That’s interesting.” She slowly crossed one leg over the other and looked directly into his eyes. “I remember being reminded for over twenty years that I was an orphan. Why are things suddenly different now?"
Edward opened his mouth immediately, but no words came out.
“You said it so many times,” Sophia continued calmly. “I figured I should finally accept it.”
A heavy silence fell between them. For the first time in years, Edward found himself unable to respond. He could not believe Sophie had grown the balls to respond to him. The girl who used to lower her head quietly while enduring insults was gone.
Completely gone.
“You’re being disrespectful,” he finally snapped. “You leave for a few years and turn into a brat. Is this what little freedom has turned you into?”
Sophia smiled faintly. “No,” she replied softly. “This is what peace turned me into.”
Edward’s expression hardened further. “You think showing up here with a luxury dress and sitting on this table has turned you into a success? Is that what makes you think you can speak to me as you like? You need to wake up, Sophie.”
“I never said that,” Sophia answered calmly. “You’re the one who seems bothered by my success.”
His breathing became uneven as more people subtly watched their interaction from nearby tables. Edward had approached confidently, expecting the same timid girl he used to control. Instead, he felt like he was the one being handled.
“You’ve changed,” he muttered bitterly.
Sophia’s expression didn’t shift. “People usually do after escaping toxic environments.”
Edward clenched his fists immediately. “Watch your tone, girl.”
“And you should watch yours,” she replied without hesitation. “You walked up to me, not the other way around.”
The calmness in her voice somehow made the humiliation worse. Edward stared at her for several long seconds before finally speaking again. “Do you really intend to pretend you don’t know your own family now?”
Sophia looked at him quietly before reaching into her purse. She pulled out a sleek black card and held it toward him gracefully.
“If you want to speak to me,” she said politely, “you can contact my assistant through the information on the card.”
Edward looked down at it in disbelief instead of taking it immediately.
Sophia raised a brow slightly. “You should be grateful, Mr Monroe. There are very few people who have access to me.”
The emphasis on gratitude stung more than he expected.
With so many eyes on him, Edward felt more embarrassed than ever. Slowly, he took the card from her hand. His fingers tightened around it as though he wanted to crush it immediately.
Sophia rose elegantly from her seat afterward. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Mr. Monroe,” she said calmly. Then, without waiting for a response, she walked away.
Edward stood frozen beside the table while several nearby guests pretended not to stare even though they had witnessed him get humiliated by his foster daughter. His chest rose sharply with anger as he watched her disappear deeper into the ballroom.
For the first time in years, he felt completely powerless around her.
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