CHAPTER 109: CHAPTER 109: I DON’T HATE HIM

As New Year’s Eve approached.

Sophia Lowell received two calls, one from Annie, and the other from Tim Sawyer.

She never expected to receive a call from Annie.

After Vivian Hale was exposed that night, she had a miscarriage, and when she went to the hospital, the doctor said the uterine lining was too thin, indicating she’d had many abortions before, and this might be her last child.

It would likely be very difficult for her to conceive again, and even if she did, it would be hard to keep it.

Warren Jennings was full of deep affection; even if the child wasn’t his, he was willing to continue loving Vivian Hale.

Heh—

Such deep affection seems so cheap in this world.

Although Annie had no real feelings for him, they had slept together, and were in fact husband and wife.

After hearing this, Annie decisively asked for a divorce.

In front of Elder Jennings, Warren agreed and even left most of the property to Annie as compensation.

Yet Annie didn’t want a penny.

The Jennings Family was stunned.

But they agreed as well.

Yet, when Warren heard from the doctor that Vivian Hale had aborted at least three times, he collapsed...

Vivian Hale had more than just Warren Jennings as a man; she was merely weighing the pros and cons, deciding which man would be her support in the latter half of her life.

She chose Warren Jennings, who had a big family business.

Though Warren Jennings was infatuated, he wasn’t that foolish.

That night, he left Vivian Hale at the hospital alone.

Thinking about the past, Warren felt increasing guilt towards Annie; he realized Annie was the one for his future.

But when he went back to find Annie, he discovered she had already packed her things and left gracefully that night.

Annie said: Late affection is cheaper than grass!

She did not tell anyone her current location because she was pregnant.

Now it was the cooling-off period for divorce, and she was waiting to get the divorce certificate with Warren Jennings in a month.

And Warren Jennings, he started his long journey to win back his wife.

Sophia Lowell sighed lightly.

Marriage is inherently sacred, yet in the business world, it seems to become a stepping-stone, devoid of emotion.

It’s as if two strangers coming together is merely to complete a task of upgrading and defeating monsters.

Sophia Lowell was relieved that her marriage with Zane Sterling was not arranged.

A marriage without feelings is fragile.

The second phone call was from Tim Sawyer.

She was already discharged and back in her huge villa.

As the New Year approached, the villa was empty.

Tim Sawyer: [Do you hate him that much?]

The tone was light, without any detectable emotion, as if having seen through it all.

Sophia Lowell: [I don’t hate him.]

Tim Sawyer: [Don’t hate him? Then why anonymously report him, making him spend the New Year in jail with a wheelchair? Couldn’t you wait until after the New Year to send him in? Why the rush?]

Her words were not intense, but it was easy to sense Tim Sawyer’s breakdown at this moment.

She was crying, silently shedding tears.

She had lost her mother, and now her father was not by her side.

She didn’t throw a tantrum; she suddenly grew up overnight.

She knew that Ethan Sinclair deserved it.

And she understood why her mother was depressed and committed suicide; it had nothing to do with Sophia Lowell.

But that didn’t mean she could accept it,

When she discovered that the anonymous informant’s surname was Lowell, Tim Sawyer completely broke down.

She didn’t understand, even if Sophia Lowell and Ethan Sinclair had no feelings, it shouldn’t come to this!

Finding someone to break his leg and even reporting him was like directly smothering a person.

Besides Zane Sterling, who else could do this? It must have been Sophia Lowell stirring things up from behind, prompting Zane to act.

Sophia Lowell was in a daze; she couldn’t understand what Tim Sawyer was talking about.

After Ethan Sinclair had one leg broken, he received a court summons. Zeke Lowell anonymously reported him and sent him in.

Sophia Lowell was unaware of any of this.

[When did he go in? Why is he in a wheelchair? He...]

Before she could finish, Tim Sawyer interrupted her mockingly from the other side.

[There’s no need to act noble here; I’m not blaming you. If breaking his leg makes you and your mom happy, you’ve achieved your goal. Are you satisfied?]

[...] Sophia Lowell.

[Love Zane well.] Tim Sawyer finished and hung up the phone.

Sophia Lowell stood there in a daze.

She stood under the pavilion in the backyard, her thoughts as still and terrifying as the frozen lake.

She didn’t like Ethan Sinclair, and she was shocked when she discovered his dirty deeds, but she never intended to destroy him.

Who exposed all of this?

And who broke his leg?

Zane Sterling, was it him?

Or was it that elder from the other day?

They all seemed possible.

While she was lost in thought, Zane Sterling stood beside her.

His arms crossed, a long black wool coat accentuating his straight stature, his broad build filling out the coat’s outline.

Looking up at him, one sees a well-defined face, exquisite features, with a cool, noble demeanor beneath his glasses.

That aura of abstinence masked his unruliness completely.

Sophia Lowell stood small beside him.

"What’s wrong?" he asked.

Sophia Lowell’s suspicious look hadn’t faded, her expression somewhat unnatural.

"Nothing." She eventually didn’t ask.

Even if it was him, what of it?

He was her man, and Ethan Sinclair’s downfall was inevitable. Whether anyone reported or not, the authorities would find out eventually.

Except for his leg...

Zane Sterling was indeed capable of such things.

He always had a way to wash his hands clean.

Zane noticed her troubled expression, stepped two steps to the left, closer to her, then wrapped his arms around her soft, yielding waist.

"Are you angry? Hmm?" he asked again.

"No." Sophia Lowell’s mind was immediately eased by his question, replaced with shyness.

Is this all that’s on his mind?

Can’t he talk about anything serious?

He chuckled, pinching her side waist, "I’ll be gentler next time..."

"Zane, shut up!" Sophia Lowell blushed, turning sideways to pound on him.

"Alright, alright, alright! I won’t say anymore." He laughed, holding her tighter.

Regarding this matter, Sophia Lowell doubted a word he said.

They stood under the pavilion for quite a while; Sophia told him about attending Ian Lynch’s family banquet on the second day of the lunar New Year.

Zane agreed.

He said, "I’ll follow your arrangements."

He seemed to have known something.

Although he didn’t check the information Ethan gave him, Zeke and Autumn Lowell’s information was sent over.

But nothing was mentioned about Sophia Lowell.

For this, Zane was scolded by Ethan Sinclair.

One must understand one’s wife with heart, not through investigation.

Now he could confirm that Zeke was Sophia’s grandfather, and Ian was her cousin.

It was such a coincidence; Ian recognized Sophia at a glance.

The Lowell Family had been searching for Autumn for over twenty years; Sophia and Autumn looked a lot alike, especially with the blonde hair, it was hard not to take a few more glances.

At this time, Sophia was still in the dark.

They worried that Sophia wouldn’t acknowledge them, especially since even her biological father, Ethan Sinclair, got nothing from her.