Chapter 14
“Sophie… let me go in and look for her.”
Henry had been sobered by the slap, his eyes humble yet sincere.
Sophie’s lips curled coldly. “Kate isn’t with me. She left a long time ago.”
“Didn’t your precious Anya tell you that Andrew’s death was her fault?”
Without waiting for his reaction, Sophie showed him the video in her hand.
In it, Anya held up her phone with a sinister smile. Behind her, several frantic sows fought over something.
Looking closer, it was Andrew.
Five-year-old Andrew struggled desperately, using all his strength to dodge the sows’ repeated attacks, crying out, “Mom! Dad!”
All he got in return was Anya’s wild laughter.
His cries slowly faded, his movements weakened-blood splattered in the pen, staining the sows’ bodies with steaming gore.
The scene cut off abruptly.
Anya’s eyes, filled with both pleasure and venom, were fixed on the scene.
It overlapped with the one Henry had seen in his mind four days earlier.
Anya’s gaze had been the same then, full of resentment and malice.
At first, Henry thought he had imagined it and ignored it. But now the truth was right in front of nim.
Henry was forced to reevaluate Anya.
Sophie put away her phone. “If you want to say this video is edited, I can send it to you and you can have a professional verify it.”
‘Also, here’s a little story I found abroad that I think you’ll find interesting.”
With that, Sophie pushed Henry out and shut the door without warning.
She leaned against it, looking down at her phone. The message I had sent a minute ago was still here.
Sophie, what do you want this for?]
Sophie didn’t reply and didn’t bother with Henry anymore.
Outside, Henry felt his phone vibrate after being turned away and was overjoyed, thinking it was a message from me.
But when he opened it, he froze; there were two videos.
The first was the one he had just watched.
After some hesitation, Henry forwarded it to his assistant.
[Check if this video has been edited.]
After sending the message, Henry finally clicked on the second video Sophie had sent.
It was a montage.
It showed different men, and in each scene, the woman was Anya. She no longer had her innocent, sweet look; her face now carried a cold and calculating expression. She kissed them, touched their skin and lay in bed with them.
Her eyes, once gentle, were now full of schemes.
Henry’s expression turned grim just as Anya called.
For some reason, he answered; he wanted to hear her act again.
Soon, Anya’s sweet voice came through. “Henry, you’ve been gone so long. Why haven’t you come back yet? You don’t know, my baby and I miss you so much. It even gave me a little kick.”
3:06 pm
