hooklinebooks Chapter 1317 - 1312: Tie Up His Daughter and See If He’ll Talk
Chapter 1317 - 1312: Tie Up His Daughter and See If He’ll Talk
Nicholas didn’t insist further, placing the food on the bone china plate, and raising his glass, "Nathan, back then, because of Lara’s incident, big brother couldn’t fly to Banyan City...""Big brother, don’t say that, there’s nothing we could have done about Lara’s situation, we actually feel quite ashamed." Before Nicholas could finish, Nathan Moore interrupted him. Compared to their incident of rushing to Banyan City to oppose the wedding, Sophie Foster’s situation was also quite severe, with a miscarriage, injury, disfigurement—to speak of it, they were like people who had just walked away from the gates of hell.
Felix Shaw, unable to keep things to himself, remembered Nathan Moore mentioning that Sophie Foster’s car accident was orchestrated by someone, and the perpetrator refused to reveal the mastermind behind it, so he suggested something blunt and direct, "Big brother, why don’t you just kidnap that man’s daughter, record a video for him, and see if he won’t confess!"
After Felix Shaw spoke, Mia Foster disdainfully glanced at him, "If this method were feasible, big brother would’ve done it long ago."
"Then what do we do? Just watch as the mastermind behind hurting little Sophie gets away with it?" Felix Shaw said, unwillingly glaring.
Nicholas lowered the glass he had just raised, dropped his gaze and took a deep breath, exhaling as he said, "I had thought about that method at the time, but later reconsidered. The perpetrator is indeed hateful, but his daughter and wife are innocent, I don’t want to drag them into this. So, I’m planning to look for a breakthrough from somewhere else."
"What plans do you have, big brother? Do you need us to do anything?" Felix Shaw seemed quite eager, while Nathan Moore and Evander Lancaster remained silent, knowing full well that if needed, Nicholas would ask for their help.
"Not for now," Nicholas smiled faintly; the issue with his woman he wanted to handle himself.
"Big brother, don’t hesitate, if you need us, just say so..." Before Felix Shaw could finish his words, the ice-cold beauty next to Nicholas impatiently spoke up.
"Nicholas! I want to go home!"
...
The private room suddenly fell silent; everyone at the table looked towards Nicholas and Sophie Foster.
Nicholas hesitated for a moment, then placed his hand on Sophie Foster’s back, patiently saying, "Just sit for a while longer, okay?"
"I said I want to go home!" Sophie Foster looked at Nicholas coldly, her attitude firm and resolute, and seeing he hadn’t moved, she suddenly sprang from her chair and headed towards the private room door.
"Wait, baby," Nicholas hurriedly chased after her, without having time to bid farewell to his friends.
Furious, Mia Foster tossed the chopsticks in her hand onto the table, complaining, "What a person!"
"Exactly." Titus Zane murmured in dissatisfaction, then turned to Nathan Moore, "Why did big brother choose such a woman? She doesn’t seem likable."
Nathan Moore chuckled softly, gently stroked Titus Zane’s long hair, "You can’t just judge someone by their looks, Genevieve might be better than you think, you see, she’s about the same age as Sophie, perhaps if you get to know her more, you’ll find she’s quite adorable?"
"I’ll pass, how adorable can she be with that attitude?" Before Titus Zane could say anything, Mia Foster chimed in, holding a wine glass, sipping a bit of red wine, and scoffed, "She acts like the whole world owes her something, such a girl is annoying!"
"That’s right, she’s nowhere near little Sophie in cuteness." Titus Zane agreed, the two women chiming in together, showing no desire to let "Genevieve" join their team.
Sophia Hamilton, who was busy enjoying her food, looked up, puzzled, "Didn’t big brother already have a wife? How come he has another woman now?"
During Sophie’s pregnancy, Sophia Hamilton was still Nathan Moore’s secretary, so she wasn’t very familiar with Nicholas’s situation.
Evander Lancaster turned his eyes towards her and chuckled, ruffling her hair, saying, "Don’t get involved, just eat more, and fatten up both the baby and yourself."
Sophia Hamilton pouted in dissatisfaction, and buried herself in her meal again.
Back home, Sophie Foster curled up in a hanging chair, gazing out the window, hugging her knees. Her icy eyes conveyed a clear sadness.
Nicholas instructed Little Mei to prepare some supper, then sat on the floor, gently caressing Sophie Foster’s nape, patiently asking, "What’s wrong, baby? Weren’t you fond of Sister Zane? Why didn’t you greet her?"
"They don’t like me," Sophie Foster said in a cold voice devoid of extra emotion, yet Nicholas could sense her loss. He stood up and lifted her from the hanging chair, cradling her onto the bed, and continued to coax patiently.
"They don’t dislike you; they just really liked the old you, assuming uncle had a change of heart, so they deliberately targeted you. Once uncle deals with the bad guy..."
"Get out! I don’t want to see you!" Before Nicholas could finish, Sophie Foster impatiently interrupted, disentangling herself from his lap. Standing on the floor, she tugged his arm towards the bedroom door.
Nicholas...
Knowing Sophie Foster had been agitated tonight, he had no choice but to comply with her.
After driving Nicholas out of the bedroom, Sophie Foster slammed the door shut, then locked it. Outside, Nicholas raised his hand hesitantly but eventually lowered it.
Only by dealing with those who hurt her could her status be restored and allow Titus Zane and Mia Foster to interact with her more, perhaps helping her emerge from the shadows.
"Sir, supper is ready." Little Mei set two bowls of wonton on the dining table, and Nicholas inhaled deeply, pocketing his hands as he walked towards the table.
"Little Mei, call Miss to have supper."
Little Mei went to the bedroom door and knocked, "Miss, time for supper."
"I’m not eating, don’t bother me!" Sophie Foster’s icy voice came through the door, and Little Mei returned sheepishly, "Sir, Miss..."
"Let her be." Nicholas sighed wearily, feeling exhausted.
After supper, Nicholas called Charles Tang’s office, "Did you get the item?"
"Yes, president,"
"Good, deliver it to my office tomorrow, and also, find a time to meet with Hannah Hargrave’s assistant, Harry Zachary, don’t let Hannah know."
"Understood, president."
Ending the call, Nicholas leaned back on the sofa for a moment, then got up to head to the bedroom.
He tried the door handle, still locked, softly knocked, "Baby, let Daddy in."
...
"Baby, are you asleep?"
...
Nicholas bent his finger, but just as it was about to land on the door, he lowered it.
Inhaling, rubbing his forehead, he turned and walked to the study.
In the bedroom at that moment, Sophie Foster curled up in the hanging chair, hugging her knees, burying her face within them, the fabric around her knees already wet.