CHAPTER 101: CHAPTER 101: THE WAY SHE CALLS ZANE IS SO SOFT

Her voice was loud, and Zane not far away heard it.

He frowned, put down the barbecue he was grilling, and immediately ran towards Sophia Lowell.

Tim pointed at Sophia, saying something, and Sophia kept retreating.

She was like a camellia swaying in a storm, without any support around, helplessly fluttering, finally breaking away from its branch.

Her face was pale as she fell backward, supported by a solid and warm body that held her in its embrace.

"Sophia!"

Zane looked at the panicked person in his arms, her eyes devoid of light, filled with fear and helplessness.

Zane’s gaze turned cold, as he looked at Tim, his eyes darkened.

Tim with some fear, grabbed Nancy Sawyer’s hand.

Sophia was drained of energy, but she smelled a familiar scent.

She felt much more at ease, her hands tightly clutching his clothes.

"Let’s go home." She said, choking up.

"Okay." Zane didn’t hesitate, picked her up horizontally, and left.

Not far away, Ian Lynch watched them, while Willow Sterling told him to leave it be.

Tim watched Zane take Sophia away from her, and her tears fell like a kite with its string cut.

Her heart ached with a stabbing pain.

That man was supposed to be hers!

He was before!

He must be in the future!

She whimpered, reached out to clutch her chest, her vision darkening, and fell down...

Nancy hurriedly held her, calling her name.

But she couldn’t hear, her mind was hazy, and she slowly closed her eyes, fainting.

——

Zane laid her on the bed, holding her tightly, stroking her arm.

She didn’t speak, only kept crying.

Whatever Tim said to her made her cry like this.

She wasn’t one to cry easily.

The first time was under him.

The second time was because of Henry Quinn.

This time...

What exactly did Tim say to her?

Between Tim and Sophia, only Zane.

If it was about feelings, Sophia wouldn’t be so fragile.

She might even point at Tim and scold: That man I slept with, my name is on the marriage certificate, no matter how much you scream, this man is mine!

Obviously, they weren’t talking about him.

Zane didn’t ask, just held tissues beside her, wiping her tears.

Sophia fell asleep when it was already midnight, she cried herself to sleep.

She sweated a lot, murmuring incoherently in her dreams.

Zane barely slept, occasionally wiping her body, measuring her temperature, holding her to sleep soundly.

"Zane..."

She called him "Zane" for the first time, but only in her dream.

Zane heard, looking at her lips that seemed to want to speak.

But she didn’t speak again.

For a while.

Zane reached out to open her lips, revealing white teeth.

"Why aren’t you calling anymore?"

He sighed, wanting to hear more.

At this moment, the phone rang; it was Nancy’s call.

He slowly got up, walked to the living room.

[Hello.]

[Zane, I’m really sorry, Tim is hospitalized, she’s still unconscious, calling your name in her dream, can you come see her? I’m begging you!]

Nancy anxiously by the hospital bed, it’s clear Tim is indeed calling his name, Zane.

Zane glanced at Sophia lying on the bed, frowning tightly.

Tim calling "Zane," why did it feel so repulsive?

[Mr. Sawyer, is she dying?]

The person on the other end paused.

[Zane...]

He coldly said: [Back then when my father called you, I was also dying.]

[Zane, back then Tim’s mother cut off contact, I really didn’t know!]

Zane ignored his explanation; he had heard this many times.

[What did you tell my wife?]

Nancy was stunned, silent.

He guessed Sophia hadn’t told Zane about this, otherwise, Zane wouldn’t ask like this.

He didn’t need to explain over the phone, if he did now and Sophia found out, she might hate him even more.

[Mrs. Sterling and Tim only talked a few things about you two.]

Zane’s eyes were terrifyingly dark.

[A few things? What did they say that made my wife unable to get out of bed now!]

Tim being angry enough to be hospitalized, Zane could guess it might involve him.

Sophia usually argued skillfully, he had experienced it.

But Sophia reacting this way, it definitely wasn’t simple.

Nancy was silent, he dared not speak.

Zane didn’t bother arguing with him.

[Whether your daughter lives or dies has nothing to do with me, now or in the future! Please educate her to stay away from my wife! If this happens again, I won’t mind letting my father intervene!]

He hung up the phone, tossed it on the sofa.

If Eugene intervened, the relationship between the Sterling and Sawyer families would likely end.

He was furious, wanted to hit someone!

"Zane..."

In a daze, Sophia called again.

Zane breathed a sigh of relief.

Her call extinguished his previous fury.

He went to the bed, carefully lifted the quilt, and lay beside her.

Like a pecking chicken, he kissed her forehead.

"Little Enchantress, quite good at comforting, call a few more times..."

He held her tightly.

Sophia calling "Zane," how enchanting...

——

VIP Ward.

Tim heard Nancy’s conversation with Zane.

The dried tears squeezed without a trace of water.

She seemed to give up but was unwilling.

She thought Sophia was just her shadow; lying here, at least she could get some concern from Zane.

Unexpectedly, Zane’s words inside and out were so ruthless.

Zane’s words every single one, forced her under the water, trying to drown her hopes.

"Dad, please leave, I want to be alone..."

"Tim..."

Nancy was also helpless.

Both sides were dear.

"Leave..." Tim was nearly in despair.

Nancy didn’t say more, exited the room, waiting outside.

Tim covered her face with her hands.

Sophia turned out to be that woman’s child!

Nancy actually intended to recognize her!

How ridiculous!

What does this make her?

Nancy wants them to reunite as a family, and for herself to become an outsider?

The more she thought, the more her heart ache.

Felt like dying.

Nancy stood outside, anguished.

Autumn Lowell was the woman he loved most in this life, before and now.

Never thought they’d have a child.

After learning of Sophia’s existence that night, he couldn’t sleep the whole night, full of memories with Autumn.

But he didn’t know if he could correct his youthful mistake.

He fantasized about living well with Tim Sophia, but didn’t expect, it wasn’t so simple.

He couldn’t have it both ways.

Unable to want it all.

What to do?

He didn’t know.

As he pondered, crashing sounds came from the ward.

He turned hurriedly, opened the room.

Tim’s hand hung by the bed, a blood-red cut on her wrist.

Bright red blood spurting from her wrist, spraying blood slipped down pale fingers, hanging in threads ready to fall...

Tim attempted suicide.

"Doctor!"

A roar echoed from the ward.