Davian had told them to leave the foyer, but Matilda was physically averse to letting this trashy whore further into the mansion.
"You're going right back to where you came from." She snarked at her.
"You heard the boss," Sofia flashed her a smile, lighting up her cigarette. "Give me a good room, Art," She tossed to Arthur, "For old times sake."
Arthur hadn't said a word but her name ever since he walked in on Sofia in the foyer.
"Why are you back?" He asked quietly, his voice trembling.
Arthur wanted to believe it trembled from anger, but he could never be angry at Sofia.
Sofia blew a cloud of smoke at him, her soft brown eyes mischievous.
"Heard my kid was pregnant," She said lightly, "What mother wouldn't show?"
"He hates you." Arthur told her bluntly.
Sofia looked unfazed by that declaration, "But you don't, do you?" She said with a mocking tone to her voice.
Arthur said nothing to that, "You should leave."
