chapter 19
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It was an unknown number but when I read the messages I knew it was the Sophia I know, the one who betrayed her brother.

“I got your number from Daniel's, I hope this isn't a problem. This is Sophia and I'm texting you because I have no other person to help me.”

I read it once and then again, then I put the phone down.

Then I put the phone down, looking up to the ceiling. I didn't know how I should react but I knew I was not going to reply to that message.

“I'm sorry but I don't know what to do. You must have seen what's happening with me. I need your help.”

She didn't explain, she only told me the reality of where she was at the moment.

I thought about the posts she made about me. The insults, the pain I went through. I just couldn't believe that she was sending me a message. I wondered what she really wanted from me.

Was this all planned so they could take things away from me? Was Victoria away that her daughter was in trouble or was it the plan of the both parties to hook me?

I thought about Mum who had worked in that house for so many years and had shown more dignity than any of them have ever shown.

The message sat in my phone, read but not replied.

Outside, the city was quiet.

I thought of how she would be sitting in her great apartment probably crying out her heart because of her loss or many I was the one being fooled.

Maybe she was clicking her glass of champagne with Victoria in her house. Was this all for show?

I know I should believe it, I mean the internet is on fire but I've been dealt with so badly that I never trust anything without full evidence.

I didn't know yet what the right thing to do was.

All I knew was that Victoria was working against me and knowing who she was , she could be using her children to come after me as well. She had built her family to be known as people who were only capable of being cruel and one by one, they were all showing their colour and life was throwing its consequences to their face.

A message popped up again and it was from her.

“Hi. Mum isn't answering my call, please help me. I don't know who to talk to. I lost a lot of followers and my savings are all gone.”

I read that again and again.

If it was true. I wouldn't be surprised.

Victoria might probably be somewhere in the Ashford house, composed and calculating, not answering her daughter's calls because Sophia's problem was Sophia's problem and Victoria's only real loyalty had always been to Victoria.

She was an epitome of beauty and evil. She only did things that would benefit her and make her happy without giving a damn what others think.

I was about to turn off the desk lamp when another message popped up on my phone.

It was Sophia again. I guess she noticed that I was reading her messages but wasn't replying to any of them. Sophia made it clear in her texts that she had no income and that her rent was due in eleven days.

She couldn't stop reading the comments on her videos even though it made everything worse. Her family was rich but none was willing to help her. She said all that in her text.

I thought about it.

I remembered how many times I'd beg Sophia to not use me for her content but she never listened. She thought I'd be miserable for a very very long time.

There were times I expected them to acknowledge me as a person, not love me. I stopped hoping they'll love me even before I knew the meaning of love.

None of them had given me that.

And now Sophia was sitting alone in an apartment in the north district with no one answering her calls.

I wasn't happy about that but thinking about it, she brought this upon herself. She got recognized and vitality so she kept on making those videos.

I don't blame her for how she turned out because it was always her environment that shaped her into what she was.

I was not going to pretend like Soohia wasn't cruel to me particularly, neither will I pretend that I have forgiven her.

But I understood the fact that she was twenty one years old in a family where kindness was a liability. She was young and reckless and she had no one to advise her.

I didn't know what to do with all that information so I decided to stop thinking about it. .

As for Sophia, she had to deal with her own problems, especially because she caused them herself.

I finally got to close the acquisition folder and turned off the desk lamp.

I had an early meeting with Geralf Thompson tomorrow and I didn't want to have all these negative thoughts. I was glad I had already reviewed the notes Henry sent to me before I got distracted.

Lily will be up by seven. She had been talking about a school project going on. Something about butterflies. She had explained the project to me time after time but I never seem to remember.

I had a real life right now with people that I totally care for. I didn't need extra weight on me.

I picked up my phone one more time to look at it. Sophia would see that I'd also read her last messages and didn't reply.

She might get mad and not text again. I didn't care about that.

Then I put the phone in my pocket and went to bed.

I didn't delete the messages as I wanted to. That was all I could offer to my ex half sister.

That the door wasn't fully closed.

Whether I would ever open it was a question for another day.

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