Chapter 72 The Sin is Too Great_1
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Sophia Cloud woke up at five in the morning to the pungent smell of disinfectant in her nostrils.
Her wrist hurt terribly.
Grace Harrell was opening a window to smoke outside, careful not to let the smell come in.
"Awake?"
She shifted slightly to the side, her lower body clad in casual white long pants that accentuated her long and sturdy legs, making her appear tall and enchanting beneath the fabric.
Her upper body was covered in a simple, green T-shirt, belted at the waist, giving off an air of efficiency and comfort.
Seeing Grace Harrell like this, Sophia Cloud's face broke into a smile, but with both hands injured, she was unable to communicate using sign language.
"You silly girl, would you attempt suicide over something like this? Are you being fair to Arthur?" Knowing that Sophia couldn't speak and couldn't use hand gestures, Grace extinguished her cigarette and sat beside her, the faint smell of tobacco lingering on her.
Sophia silently shook her head.