Pampered by My Secret Husband

Andres took the mobile phone and saw Isabel’s photos and videos, where Isabel was crying desperately, each cry more miserable than the last.

Andres trembled all over, his gaze filled with intense hatred, ”Cecilia Branford, if you dare hurt Isabel, I’m not done with you!”

”Huh.” Sophie Sullivan leaned over and snatched the mobile phone back.

She held the phone, smiling coldly, ”Andres, remember, it’s no longer the time you can threaten me. If you make me unhappy, your daughter Isabel, my dear cousin sister, will suffer. So, whether Isabel lives or dies, it depends entirely on your actions.”

Andres painfully closed his eyes, his body swaying, looking as if he might collapse at any moment.

He pressed a hand to his forehead, speaking in agony, ”No matter what, Isabel is your cousin sister. Why must you be so ruthless to her?”

Sophie Sullivan’s eyes were icy, fiercely staring at Andres. If she had a gun now, she would shoot Andres without hesitation!

He was her uncle, her real uncle. When he attacked her back then, did he consider she was his niece?

Did he consider how cruel it was to harm a child who had lost Daddy and Mommy?

Now he remembers Isabel is her cousin sister, but what was he doing earlier?

”Andres, don’t you feel pain in your conscience saying these things to me now? You ask me to consider Isabel as my cousin sister, but when you all ruthlessly attacked me, did you consider I was your niece, Isabel’s cousin sister?”

Sophie Sullivan was trembling with anger. Finally, she let out a cold snort and turned to leave.

If she stayed one more second, she wouldn’t be able to resist killing Andres.

Those pains, those experiences would be a devastating blow to anyone.

She held on, gritting her teeth, only fueled by a determination for revenge.

She regained her voice, her appearance, even her memory, not to play the saint at this moment.

Even if her Grandpa were alive, his words wouldn’t change a thing!

Sophie Sullivan returned to her room, slamming the door with a loud bang, leaving the men in black looking at each other, clueless about what had happened.

It was deep into the night, and Sophie, who hadn’t had dinner, ordered a midnight snack.

When the doorbell rang, she thought the waiter had brought the midnight snack.

Just as she opened the door, she saw Charlie River supporting a man, drunk and in a mess, standing in the doorway, with the strong smell of alcohol hitting her immediately.

Sophie covered her mouth and nose with one hand, frowning. How much had he drunk?

”Miss Cecilia Branford, the Young Master drank too much. Please take care of him,” Charlie River said, then supported Thomas Shannon into the suite, heading straight for the bedroom.

Sophie followed behind Charlie River, her body leaning crookedly against the doorframe, watching as Charlie River laid Thomas Shannon on the bed, removed the shoes and socks from his feet, and then turned to leave.

Charlie River smiled and said, ”Miss Cecilia Branford, I’ll leave him to you.”

With that, without waiting for Sophie Sullivan to respond, Charlie River left the suite.

Sophie Sullivan pursed her lips; she wouldn’t take care of him.

Hadn’t he gone back to be with Cheryl Chew?

He’s this drunk, and she is expected to take care of him, but Cheryl Chew should be more than willing to care for him.

The midnight snack arrived, Sophie opened the door, and the waiter pushed the food trolley, bringing the midnight snack.

Sophie was starving and had just sat down to eat the midnight snack when she heard painful sounds from a man inside the bedroom.