"You!"
"Don’t ’you you you’ . I’m perfectly fine. You’re just here to show off and pick a fight, aren’t you? You think being with Ethan is the beginning of your happy life? Please. I just think it’s the dumbest choice you’ve ever made. Trusting him only proves your brain doesn’t work."
Olivia frowned. "Did you take the wrong ds today?"
"My period ca. I’m in a bad mood. If you don’t like it, swallow it. Don’t provoke . I can drag the whole world if I want, and I’ll drag you too."
Her back was hurting from standing too long.
Sophia curved her lips, looking down at the girl who was a whole head shorter than she was.
"I heard you’re going to film a drama?"
Olivia’s angry expression twisted into pride. "So what? Sophia, one day, my fa will absolutely surpass yours!"
"Oh? Really? I’ll be waiting~"
"Sophia."
Harper lifted her dress slightly as she approached, but before she reached them, Olivia snorted, "A few days apart, and you’re still fat."
Harper rolled her eyes without hesitation. "Yep. At least my money wasn’t wasted. Unlike you, Miss Olivia—so skinny you look malnourished. Anyone who doesn’t know better would think the Morgan Family starved you."
Sophia pointed at her, raising a hand sharply.
"Olivia, this is your God-grandfather’s banquet. You want to cause trouble? Think carefully."
Jacob had poured enormous effort into hosting this event, even flying in important people from overseas.
The guests here were titans of the business world—if his reputation took a hit, the person responsible would be finished.
He only cared about his son. As for Olivia, she was never even on his radar.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ignored her completely from the mont she walked in.
Not even one glance her way.
Olivia’s raised hand froze in the air... then slowly dropped.
"Fine. At least you know what’s good for you."
"Sophia, you think running your mouth makes you impressive?"
"Better than you—not even your mouth can win against mine."
Harper imdiately grabbed Sophia and pulled her aside. "Why are you even talking to her? I can sll drama from every word she says. My new show starts filming next week—I’m heading to City C."
Sophia sighed. "Good. She’s only acting this arrogant because she thinks filming a drama makes her invincible."
"Sophia, I saw that boy. Oh my God—he’s amazing! I didn’t think soone that gorgeous actually existed."
Sophia knew exactly who she ant—Leon.
Leon’s looks had only grown more striking; on the previous variety show, he stood out among everyone else.
But the only problem—he still had no actual works.
Without a project, he had no foundation. No footing.
"When you get to the production team, keep an eye on him—but don’t give him special attention. Leon has a short fuse. Last ti he got into a conflict, it was a headache to resolve. I’m sure soone already has their eyes on him."
Harper nodded. "Got it. But... what’s with Damien and the Clark Family’s princess tonight? Sothing feels off."
"Daisy likes Damien. But clearly, he doesn’t feel the sa. Everyone has their own life—don’t overthink it."
Harper, for all her gossiping, was a rare dical genius—though few knew.
"Anyway, Sophia... your birthday is in three days."
"Birthday?"
Harper stared at her. "No way—you forgot your own birthday?"
"There’s too much going on. Who has ti? But these next couple of days, aside from Olivia, nothing else matters. Tomorrow, I’m going to Morgan Group to et soone."
"Who?"
"Paul."
The banquet carried on until ten, still nowhere near ending.
Sophia let out a yawn.
"Tired?"
"Mhm."
Lucas shrugged off his jacket, draped it over her shoulders, and lifted her straight into his arms.
"Mr. Hilton, you’re leaving?"
"My wife is tired."
He walked out with her in his arms.
Once they got into the car, he realized sothing was wrong—Sophia’s skin was covered in a cold sweat.
Her eyes were closed, and even with the blush she’d applied, she still looked pale.
"Sophia, what’s wrong?"
"My back hurts... and my stomach too."
Lucas imdiately told the driver, "To the hospital."
"No, don’t. I’m fine. It’s just... my period."
"Your period?"
Lucas frowned, confused.
"My monthly cycle. My period. nstruation. Got it?"
Lucas blinked, then nodded quickly like a pecking chick.
Got it.
He placed his hand on her stomach, trying to ease the pain.
But that night, Sophia tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
The six kids rushed into the kitchen, and after half an hour, they ca out carrying ginger brown sugar tea, lining up at her bedside.
Angela carefully scooped a spoonful.
"Mommy, have so."
Sophia drank a bowl. Billy imdiately refilled it.
"Mommy, another one?"
"No more."
She waved her hand. "Go rest, all of you. It’s late, and you have school tomorrow."
"Mommy, I’m worried about you. I can’t sleep."
Faye pressed her cheek to Sophia’s stomach, placing a tiny hand on it.
"Be good, you guys. I’m fine now. Your ginger tea helped a lot."
But the kids’ worried eyes didn’t ease one bit.
After a while, Lucas ca over and shooed them away.
"Still hurting?"
When he placed his hand on her stomach, Sophia raised a brow.
"What’s that?"
"A hot water bottle. Mrs. Wilson lent it to . Keep it on—you’ll feel better. I’ll massage you afterward."
Lucas started kneading her legs, rubbing her back, even pressing the pressure point between her thumb and index finger.
"Where’d you learn that?"
"Mrs. Wilson said these old redies sotis work."
After fussing over her for a long while, Lucas noticed Sophia had fallen asleep.
He touched her forehead—no more cold sweat.
He finally exhaled.
He got up quietly, opened the cabinet, and saw that the sanitary pads were almost gone.
He headed downstairs.
"Mrs. Wilson, can you—"
But Mrs. Wilson was older. It wasn’t safe to send her out at night.
He’d go himself.
He grabbed his coat and headed out.
Sohow, rain had started falling outside.
"Young master, where are you going?"
"Out for a bit. Keep your voice down. Make so porridge tomorrow—and don’t wake Sophia."
At the mall entrance, even with a mask on, his natural aura still drew attention and lingering looks.
Lucas’s ears reddened as he pushed the cart, head lowered, rushing straight into the won’s hygiene aisle.
After staring at the countless brands, he took a deep breath, reached out—and swept an entire section into the cart.
Before long, more and more flashes started going off beside him...
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