Second Chance At Love

Chapter 86

“Sophia asked about the prescription a few days back,” the pharmacist stammered. “I didn’t give it to her, but maybe she caught a glimpse while I wasn’t looking.”

Sophia had indeed inquired about the prescription. Worried Ada might tamper with it, she’d specifically told him to keep it secure. “I brushed her off and went to mix the medicine,” he continued. “Didn’t tell her the whole formula, but I left the paper on the table. Must’ve snuck a peck.”

Jason’s fists clenched. Why would she want the formula? Was she planning to find someone to cook up an antidote, one that could counteract the potion and silently endanger Alison? “Anyone else ask about it?”

The pharmacist shook his head rapidly. “No one, sir. After she left, I burned that paper. It was my fault, Mr. Wilson, please

Before he could finish, Jason cut him off with a hand gesture to Aaron. “Get him out of here. Never want to see him on the Wilson payroll

again.”

The pharmacist started to fight back. The Wilson Group paid triple what he could get elsewhere. “Mr. Wilson, I messed up, please give me another chance!”

Seeing Jason’s rising anger, Aaron didn’t waste time. He shoved a handkerchief into the man’s mouth and drag him out.

Just then, Camila stormed in. “Where are you taking him?” Aaron flinched and said firmly, “Mr. Wilson said to throw him out.”

Camila marched to the window, glaring at Sophia kneeling on the steps, Rain hammered down on her mercilessly. “Trying to silence everyone who knows the truth? Letting her get away with it, Jason? Sheltering her like this… dishonoring Alison’s upbringing, wouldn’t you say?”

Jason rubbed his temples, trying to explain. “Not sheltering her. Aaron’s throwing him out because he neglected his duties. Doesn’t deserve the Wilson salary.”

Camila’s frown softened slightly, but her gaze flicked back to Sophia, triggering a fresh wave of animosity. This was the perfect chance to get rid of her, and she wasn’t letting it slip away. “Hold off on kicking him out until the charges against that vicious woman are confirmed.”

Thirty minutes in the icy rain was Sophia’s breaking point. The bone–chilling cold seeped into her bones, wreaking havoc on her already exhausted body. Every inch of her, from chest to stomach to krices, throbbed like someone was scraping her with a thousand knives. Despite her willpower, it was unbearable torture. Dizziness and suffocation overwhelmed her, and she could no longer support her body. Collapsing onto her side, crimson blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth, staining the puddle beneath her.

Why was she kneeling here? Not because of their coercion, but atonement. Alison had suffered unjustly because of her, and she needed to repent. Not many had shown her warmth in this world, and she cherished them deeply. Unable to take Alison’s place in suffering, all she could do was kneel silently. Even if it alleviated a tiny fraction of her guilt, it would be worth it.

A harsh cough echoed through the rain. With each one, a trace of blood seeped out, a faint metallic scent filling the air.

Inside, Jason watched helplessly as the woman outside crumpled to the ground. A sudden tightness gripped his chest, a suffocating feeling tearing at his heart and lungs. Instinctively, he tumed to head out.

Camila’s voice cut through the air. “Hold it right there! That woman’s a good actress, don’t let her fool you. It’s only been half an hour, we haven’t touched her. This is just her way of playing the victim.”

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Ignoring her, Jason took a few steps forward. Aaron rushed in with a file. “Mr. Wilson, the investigation results are in. Jason had a private investigator team. Half an hour ago, he’d tasked them with tracking Sophia’s movements over the past few days. Grabbing the file from Aaron, he scanned the contents. His face darkened with each passing sentence. It really was herl

Camila snatched the file and after a single glance, cursed. “That vicious bitch! Forget everything else, throw her straight into jaill” Jason stood by the window, lips pressed together, his gaze fixed on Sophia lying outside. Despite the distance and the approaching night, he missed the blood staining the rainwater beneath her.

“What are you waiting for? Send her to prison already!” Camila urged impatiently.

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