It was Sophia Young, and she still looked at her with disdain, her tone cold and scornful.
Had the time finally come for a showdown?
Charlotte Green curled her lips bitterly and pulled open the car door, sitting down inside.
"Hmph, if it wasn't for Brother Kevin, I wouldn't have come to pick you up! A woman like you isn't worth the trouble at all!" Sophia glanced at her with disdain and drove off.
Charlotte sat motionless in the back seat, her gaze dull, as if she had lost her soul.
Sophia couldn't stand being ignored, so she glanced through the rearview mirror above her head, and to her surprise, she made a startling observation.
The woman in the back seat was actually crying silently, yet she looked like a statue without a soul—she might not even be aware of her tears.
"Hey…" Unable to help herself, Sophia uttered a sound to rouse her, but she found that her own voice had turned hoarse.
