——Please don't hurt him, take it out on me instead.
Sophia Cloud's eyes were filled with urgency as they reddened, she bit her lower lip tightly, her hands frantically gesturing to the woman in front of her, begging her to spare her child.
In her eyes, it was certain that Arthur's hospitalization had everything to do with this woman.
"Sophia Cloud, only when your precious son is dead will Leo be mine," sneered Evelyn Smith, her previous gentle and kind facade replaced with a triumphant glint in her eyes.
Her favorite thing in life was to see Sophia Cloud suffer.
The more Sophia suffered, the more her blood boiled with excitement.
It was indeed the case.
Sophia stepped forward and yanked at Evelyn's clothes. Summer attire was thin, and Evelyn, growing impatient from the tugging, pushed her away with a palm.
"Keep your distance from me, you reek of poverty."
——Arthur is innocent. I can give you anything, but you must let the child be well. You cannot hurt him.