Chapter 217: Worse than Death_1

Sophia Cloud raised her head to look at herself in the mirror, her skin so pale it was frightening. The scars from giving birth to Arthur had also been specially treated, invisible to anyone who saw her.

In just a few minutes, the address appeared on her phone.

Now, Sophia Cloud meticulously cleaned herself up, cherishing her vocal cords.

A daily cup of honey water was essential.

Over the years, from initially slightly rough vocal cords to now a voice warm and smooth as jade, it was something she had developed day by day.

Sycamore Road.

Evelyn Smith, I didn't expect you to be living so miserably.

West Hill's Sycamore Road, a lovely name, but even she remembered it was a poor area. Never mind how dirty the environment could be, the people there were extremely complex.

Sophia swiftly drove there, parking at a house on the second floor, which seemed relatively larger in the area.

"It seems Leo Harrell has been fairly good to you, at least you still have a house."