At this moment, there were no other people in Sophia Cloud's room. The servant standing next to Evelyn Smith heard the old master's words, but for a moment, no one made any move, making the scene extremely awkward.
"What's the matter, you all don't listen to me anymore? In this Harrell Family, does what I say no longer count?"
Seeing that no one in the room was moving, Leo Harrell's mood grew even worse. His face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were filled with gloom.
"Sophia, how could you suddenly become like this? I'm sorry, it's my fault for not protecting you."
When Christopher Lewis saw Sophia Cloud lying on the bed with a pale face, his heart felt as if it was being pierced with needles, half in pain.
He quickly stepped forward, knelt down before Sophia Cloud's bed, and tightly grasped her hand, his eyes filled with distress and regret. He blamed himself that if he had arrived a little earlier, perhaps Sophia would not have suffered such pain.