Pampered by My Secret Husband

She left in a hurry, and her return was a surprise.

Sophie Sullivan nestled into his embrace, her complexion showing some fatigue, her eyes cold.

After the hug, she said coldly, ”Lucifer, I want to see Isabel.”

Lucifer sensed her unease but did not ask for a reason, nodding, ”Okay, we’ll go right now.”

Prison.

Isabel and Margaret were in the women’s prison. On the way there, Lucifer had called ahead, and the prison guards were prepared for their reception.

After Sophie and Lucifer got out of the car, the prison guards led them to the women’s prison where Isabel and Margaret were held.

In a not very large cell, twelve people were held.

The prison guards opened the door, and the detained female prisoners all looked over.

”What are you looking at? All of you, hug your heads and squat down. Miss Cecilia Branford is not someone you can look at directly!” The prison guards scolded loudly, and twelve people immediately squatted down, hugging their heads.

Not daring to lift their heads for even a glance.

Isabel and Margaret were among them, their faces flush with humiliation.

Sophie curled the corner of her mouth into a cold sneer, ”Isabel, step forward.”

Isabel gradually raised her head, that ugly and terrifying face now covered with intersecting scars.

The scars had already developed melanin deposition, looking dark and ugly like strips of centipede.

”I’m very curious about exactly what method you used to contact the outside world.” Sophie crossed her arms in front of her chest, gazing at her with cold elegance and indifference.

A flash of panic appeared in the depth of Isabel’s eyes; had she discovered it?

How could it be!

The matter of her contact with Lillian Spencer, how could she know?

”I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Isabel flatly denied.

”Lillian Spencer has already told me the whole cause and effect of the affair. Do you still want to deny it?” Sophie laughed arrogantly, dazzlingly bright, so much so that others dared not look directly.

Margaret’s forehead broke out in fine beads of sweat, gathering into droplets that dripped down her nose.

Isabel couldn’t believe it; how could Senior Sister betray her?

”Seems like you have nothing left to say.” Sophie turned her head to the prison guards and said, ”I don’t care whether she has dealt with any of you. Find out, hand her over to me, and I’ll handle it personally. As for His Excellency Prime Minister, I’ll speak to him personally.”

The prison guards nodded repeatedly, ”Yes, yes, yes, Miss Cecilia Branford, we will definitely investigate thoroughly and give you a satisfactory account.”

”Additionally,” Sophie’s cold gaze fell on the faces of Isabel and Margaret, ”the family of three, I specifically instructed you, but it seems you didn’t heed my words.”

”Miss Cecilia Branford misunderstood, we always keep your instructions and requests in mind, rest assured, the family of three will be ’specially cared for,’ ensuring your satisfaction!”

Leaving the women’s prison, Sophie looked emotionlessly out the car window.

Lucifer tucked the hair on her cheek behind her ear, ”Cecilia, is something on your mind?”

”Was I too soft on Isabel and them?”

”No, they will spend a lifetime atoning for the mistakes they’ve made.”

Sophie rubbed her forehead, ”Let’s not talk about them, it affects my mood. I’m going to sleep for a while, wake me when we’re home.”

With that, she closed her eyes and slept.

Lucifer was surprised at her mental state; why did she always seem so lethargic?

Could something have happened in Country A?

Lucifer let her head rest on his shoulder and said softly, ”Leo, investigate what happened to Cecilia in Country A.”