"We're friends, and since I know you're in danger, I can't just stand by and do nothing."
Sophie Bennett was gasping for breath, no matter how hard she ran, she couldn't catch up to the two people ahead of her. She was both angry and frustrated, shouting, "Charles Sharp, wait for me!"
It was better when she didn't say anything; as soon as she did, Charles Sharp walked even faster.
At the infirmary, while applying medication, Lucy Eaton was in unbearable pain, yet she didn't utter a sound. After the wounds were bandaged, Charles Sharp had his bodyguard drive his own car, while he drove Lucy Eaton's car.
Sophie Bennett seized the opportunity to sneak into the back seat while they weren't paying attention.
As the car started, Sophie Bennett blurted out what she had been holding in, "Lucy Eaton, you really are calculating. Admit it, was that man with the knife sent by you? Just to get a little hurt and earn my husband's sympathy?"
"Sophie, what nonsense are you spouting?"
