Drenched in Love

Chapter 51 You are Afraid

After a week of resting, Sophia got better in her ankle sprain and Stephen let her continue to work in

the Berry Group.

Hazel was startled to see Sophia and asked her, “Sophia, what's wrong with you?"

In a short period of time, Sophia got thinner.

Sophia wanted to force a smile to let Hazel feel at ease, but she failed and could only feebly said, “I'm

OK. I just had my ankle sprained."

When it was time to get off work, Sophia did not go to clean the toilet nor to buy food and cook. She

directly drove her car to the cemetery.

At the time, she was still hoping for luck. She hoped everything that happened during that time was a

dream. It was just a long dream, and when she woke up, all things disappeared.

She followed the memorized route step by step to the cemetery. Looking at that familiar names and

picture on the tombstone, she lost the last glimmer of hope.

"Mom!”

Sophia kneeling in front of the tombstone cried holding the tombstone.

It gradually became dark. Sophia finally raised her head from the tombstone. At this time she had

stopped crying. Only dry tears were on the cheeks.

Sophia raised her hands and wiped her face. Looking at her mother's smiling, kind face, she slowly

stood up. She had been kneeling for so long that her legs had become numb, and it took her several

minutes to fully stand upright.

After looking at Helena for a while, Sophia turned to leave.

She could not just cry. She still had work to do. She wanted to know what had happened. She also

needed to know where her father and brother lived and if they had a good life.

Vincent could give her the answer. But she did not want to see Vincent again. She took out her phone

she bought with her first month's salary and sent a message to him.

Half an hour later, there was a reply: Sophia, I do not want to say so, but your Mom did die because

she was too sad about you.

Very soon, another message was received from the same number: Sophia, go less to the cemetery.

Your mother complained against you when she was in sickbed.

Sophia could not help but wail when she saw that message. The phone slipped from her fingertips and

she leaned over the steering wheel, with tears streaming down her face.

She was still driving, and as she leaned over the wheel, the car slammed into a nearby tree. The car

stopped and Sophia lied prone on the steering wheel motionless.

Again, the blood dripped down. And the smell of the blood was full of the car

The ST cemetery was built on the more desolate site. It was now dark and almost deserted. The car hit

straight to the roadside trees.

Sophia climbed up from the steering wheel after some time. She frowned and felt a severe headache

on her forehead. She put her hand to it and felt blood.

Seeing that, Sophia was stunned and then realized it was blood. She raised her hands to wipe it and

then restart the car and drove back to the villa.

She smashed the front of the battered car. She was driving at a very slow speed. Otherwise, the

collision would have caused more than just an injury.

Stephen frowned when he saw the broken car and injury on Sophia’s forehead, “You are my servant

and the first thing you should do after work is to cook. Sophia, you forget that?

Sophia looked at Stephen and they said yes to him.

"Cook!” Stephen ordered.

Sophia turned to go to her bedroom.

Stephen reached for her wrist and jerked back, “I asked you to cook! Did you hear me or not?!"

Stephen did not use too much strength, but Sophia almost had no strength, so she directly fell to the

ground by that pull.

Stephen started and took a step back.

Sophia got up from the ground and walked straight back to her bedroom.

Hannah stood there with a gloomy face.

"Ask Doctor Joe to check on her." With that, Stephen turned to the study on the second floor.

That night, Sophia had a nightmare again. In the dream, her mother was wearing the white dress she

had worn when she sent her to prison. Her face was bloodless and lifeless.

She came out of the wind and grabbed Sophia's neck, “Sophia, why did you kill me! why did you kill

me! Sophia, I love you so much, why did you want to kill me!"

Her mother's voice was cold and her eyes were empty.

Her fingers were cold, too, with the scent of the corpse that had been dead for a long time.

"Not me! Not me! Mom, I didn't kill you! Mom, I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to get you killed! I......"

Sophia woke up. She waved her arms and shouted, "It's not me! Mom, it wasn't me!"

Seeing the scenery in the front, Sophia put her waving hands down.

When she woke up in the middle of the night, she was very thirsty. She got out of bed and walked to

the kitchen barefoot to pour herself a glass of water.

After drinking, she turned around and saw a person in white at the kitchen door looking like her mother

in the dream. She screamed and fell to the ground.

It wasn't her mother, it was Stephen. As Stephen finished his business in the study, he heard the

downstairs movement, so he came down to have a look.

Stephen looked at her with a cold face, “Are you afraid?"

Sophia did not speak, but her pale face and slightly trembling fingers told Stephen that she was really ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

afraid.

Stephen looked at Sophia for a while, did not say anything, and turned away.

On the next day to work, Hazel asked when she saw the bandaged wound on her forehead, “Sophia,

what happened to you recently? Let me know, I'll help you!”