"Then why did you appear in that place?" Sophie Wilson cleverly changed the topic, diverting his attention away from herself.
She couldn't remember anything, and it wasn't her fault.
"I was an insider back then," Charles Seymour said, "I entered the company under the guise of a doctor, and you were one of my test subjects."
Sophie blinked innocently and said, "Well, it seems my role as the boss's sworn sister was just a gimmick."
"Who would truly accept a sister only to make her a test subject? So, I'm really just a poor thing..." Sophie started to feign pity, looking tearfully at Charles Seymour.
It wasn't that she wanted to be childish, it's just that Charles's expression looked scary.
Obviously, she was pitiful enough being sold off and ending up in such a place, he still dared to scare her with a stern face.
What a bad guy!
Charles reached out, placing a big hand on Sophie's head, gently rubbing, "Poor little thing... I wish I had known you earlier."
