AWAKENED ADRIAN LACANSTER

CHAPTER 13- Last Hope

When she got to the hospital, she realized that her grandfather’s life was hanging by a thread.

The best doctors from around the country stood helpless.

But then... she remembered Adrian.

She remembered how Adrian had immediately noticed she had been drugged and how he helped her cure her asthma attack.

That kind of awareness wasn’t normal.

In her desperation, she pulled every string she had this morning and quickly dug up all of Adrian’s information she could come across.

She even learned that he was scheduled to finalize a divorce with Isabelle today.

So she rushed over, hoping to track him down.

And now, here he was... hopefully, he could save her grandfather. 

She prayed inwardly.

“Please you have to help me. Now.” she whispered, her grip tightened as she tried to drag Adrian toward the door.

Lucian stood frozen in confusion and shock.

Those who, like Lucian, knew exactly who Sophia Aldridge was... were equally dumbfounded.

Sophia Aldridge, the untouchable queen of Silver City, holding the hand of a drainded trash like Adrian—and pleading with him like her life depended on it?

How could that be possible?!

Their brains could not just comprehend it.

Isabelle’s expression also twisted with disbelief.

Meanwhile, Adrian looked down at Sophia’s hand gripping his. 

“Didn’t you say you wanted nothing more to do with me?” he said in a low calm tone, laced with a slight hint of sarcasm.

He tilted his head slightly. “Why come to me now, then?”

Sophia’s lips parted, “I—”

But before she could answer, a sharp, venomous voice cut through the tense silence like a knife.

"Who the hell are you, bitch?!"

Isabelle snapped arrogantly, her tone dripping with disdain.

"Can’t you see my fiancé is dealing with that bastard? If you know what’s good for you, drag your cheap ass out of here before I make you crawl!"

She had never seen Sophia before and had no clue who she was.

All she knew was that this woman was stunning—way more beautiful than her. 

Her presence alone caused a stir among the onlookers, and that made Isabelle boil with jealousy.

She hated it.

Sophia let out a cold laugh.

“You must be Adrian’s wife—Isabelle, right?”

She’d already guessed her identity. 

"That's right! But I’m already divorced from him!" 

Isabelle held up her chin.

"A loser like that? A washed-up bastard with nothing to his name? I couldn’t get rid of him fast enough. And you—" 

Isabelle let out a cold, mocking laugh. 

"You actually jumped into his arms like he’s some kind of prize? Gosh, you’re a pathetic slut!"

"But what can I say? You two must be cut from the same filthy cloth."

"A slut and a mutt. What a perfect match—may you rot together."

Isabelle sneered, her face twisted with contempt and mockery.

Sophia’s expression turned ice-cold in an instant as she slowly stepped forward.

Once.

Twice.

The sound of her heels echoed like a countdown to war.

She stopped right in front of Isabelle — who suddenly looked much smaller.

“You dared insulted Mr Lancaster and me?” 

Sophia’s voice was low—calm, almost soft—but it carried the kind of pressure that made Isabelle’s spine prick. 

“Oh please! What did I lie?” 

Isabelle scoffed, rolling her eyes. 

“Isn’t that bastard a mutt I’ve just dumped? And you? Picking up a mutt someone else dumped—if that’s not trash behavior, then what is?”

Sneering, Isabelle added.

“Tell me, which part stung more? Being called a bitch, or a slut matched to a mutt?”

Sophia stopped just inches from Isabelle.

Then a slow, chilling smile crept across her lips.

And without warning—

SLAP! 

A vicious slap exploded across Isabelle’s cheek, echoing like a gunshot through the courtroom.

Everyone went silent.

Isabelle stumbled back, clutching her burning cheek. 

“Y-You crazy bitch! You dare slap me? I’ll make you pay for this!”

Her eyes blazed red with rage as she lunged at Sophia, fingers curled like claws.

Sophia was lightning-fast—she spun and delivered a stinging slap to Isabelle’s other cheek.

Humiliated and unaccustomed to such treatment, Isabelle staggered back, grinding her teeth.

“You bitch! Do you know who my fiancé is?!"

"He is the heir of renowned Grayson family and the CEO of Astra Corp in Silver City! You’re dead!”

“Oh yeah? Then why don’t you ask your fiancé—does he even dare run his mouth at me?”

Sophia sneered sarcastically, her eyes filled with disdain.