Sophia frowned and got straight to the point: "Is it you who asked Edward Hunter to take in Maxwell Jr.?"
Emily Davis was slightly taken aback, her expression solidified for a moment, feigning an innocent and harmless look of grievance: "I... Mrs. Thompson, dont worry, I just think the child is too pitiful alone, and as for me... you know, I cant have children..."
"What does it have to do with me?" Sophia sneered, her clear eyes filled with coldness and detachment, "I am his biological mother, he doesnt need strangers to worry."
"Mrs. Hunter, I will definitely be good to him," Emily bit her lip, looking pitiful and lovely, "I just feel bad for the child..."
"Thats my son, he doesnt need outsiders to feel bad for him," Sophia indifferently closed her eyes.
"Mrs. Hunter, I will definitely take good care of him."
"I said its impossible, and its impossible! Miss Davis, please stop dreaming!" Sophia stood up abruptly, both hands fiercely supporting the table, glaring at her.
"Then... alright," Emily looked at her agitated appearance and suddenly curled her lips, "Never mind, I just really want a child. But last night, Edward also promised me that he would find the best obstetrician for me, and when I am ready to have a child, he will have one with me."
Sophias face turned pale instantly, her slender arms trembling slightly.
She suddenly remembered that every time she had been intimate with Edward Hunter, she was forced to take contraceptives.
Perhaps, this is the difference between being loved and not being loved.
"Whatever," Sophia turned her head indifferently, pretending not to care as she sipped her tea.
The conversation barely ended in the heavy atmosphere, and Sophia left the café one step ahead of Emily. Outside the window, a thunderstorm had already erupted.
"Why is the rain so heavy, I didnt bring an umbrella," Emily complained in a delicate voice, edging towards the eaves for shelter.
Sophia sighed heavily, it seemed she wouldnt be able to go back for a while.
In the interwoven shadows of the rain curtain, a black Rolls-Royce slowly stopped by the roadside.
A black umbrella was raised, and a man alighted from the car with an elegance that was hard to look away from.
Sophia was stunned for a second, her first reaction was guilt—
Edward Hunter? Why was he here?
"Edward! Why are you here?"
Before Sophia could speak, a delicate and lovely figure beside her couldnt wait to run and take shelter under his umbrella.
Sophia stopped her slight forward movement, feeling a bitter heartache, and turned her head away.
The sound of the rain was continuous, Edwards voice was low and magnetic, as gentle as if he was cherishing a treasure: "Have you eaten?"
"I have, the restaurant Mrs. Thompson introduced is really good. Edward, you should join me next time, okay?"
Edwards expression paused slightly, then he slowly turned his eyes to Sophia, whose face was somewhat pale.
"Do you like it? Ill buy it for you."
The sound of the rain was harsh, but the mans voice, as gentle as water, was so clear.
Sophia clenched her sleeves tightly, her chest aching. Once upon a time, he had been so tender with her too.
"I have a surgery at the hospital, Ill leave first, Miss Davis," Sophia spoke indifferently, her eyes lonely and desolate, glancing at Edwards face, "Mr. Hunter."
Before she finished speaking, she rushed out without hesitation, running hard in the rain, her steps splashing water in the rain.
The heavy rain hurt her face, her body instantly soaked through, but she didnt care.
The pain her body endured was nothing compared to the pain of watching the one she loved flirt with another woman.
Sophia ran for two whole streets, finally dragging her drenched and exhausted body, stopping in front of a Quick Mart.