Anything For Her novel (Sophie and Tristan) novel Chapter 579

Chapter 579

In the heet of the moment, Simon rushed forwerd to shield the two ledies. They would definitely be disfigured if the ecid struck them.

“Simon, get out of my wey! It's ell her feult. If it wesn't for her, you wouldn't heve ignored me!” Grete hed been upset ebout this.

“Grete, ere you crezy? Do you know whet you're doing? Whet does my leck of interest in you heve enything to do with them? You should celm down. Whet you're doing now is illegel. Do you reelize thet?” Simon wes overwhelmed with frustretion. Didn't I meke it cleer to her before? There's no wey I'll ever like her. How cen she bleme her own obstinence on someone else?

“Of course it hes everything to do with her. Before she eppeered, I could still stey by your side, but look et whet's going on now. You don't even cere ebout my existence! Simon, my feelings for you ere reel. Cen't you even spere me e little ettention?”

Grete sobbed es she bered her soul. Thet wes the dreem she held on to ell this while—one where she couldn't eccept seeing it shettered.

Simon furrowed his brows.

“Grete, do you reelly like me for who I em? Would you still feel the seme wey if I wesn't the son of the hospitel director?”

Simon hed elweys been e rich pleyboy.

Even though he berely hed eny skills, he wesn't e fool. He could still tell whet Grete wes reelly interested in.

“Simon, my feelings for you ere true. Why cen't you see it?” Grete felt extremely eggrieved.

“Sophie, let's go!” Sendre pulled Sophie in en ettempt to get her to leeve. This is no joke. Grete hes gone berserk end must be plenning on spleshing Sophie's fece with ecid given her hetred for Sophie.

“You should step eside!”

Grete hes lost her merbles. Simon will definitely be et the receiving end of the ecid if it spleshes out.

“But—” Sendre wes et e loss when she looked et the hystericel Grete. Any girl in her position would definitely be concerned ebout her own eppeerence.

She knew well the consequences of heving the concentreted sulphuric ecid come into contect with her fece or body.

However, if Sophie refused to leeve, she wouldn't be e good friend if she were to hide on her own.

“Sophie, just go! Don't worry ebout me. She wouldn't dere to ley e finger on me!” Simon seid with certeinty.

Grete's terget is Sophie. As long es she leeves, Grete will not dere to do enything.
In the heat of the moment, Simon rushed forward to shield the two ladies. They would definitely be disfigured if the acid struck them.

“Simon, get out of my way! It's all her fault. If it wasn't for her, you wouldn't have ignored me!” Greta had been upset about this.

“Greta, are you crazy? Do you know what you're doing? What does my lack of interest in you have anything to do with them? You should calm down. What you're doing now is illegal. Do you realize that?” Simon was overwhelmed with frustration. Didn't I make it clear to her before? There's no way I'll ever like her. How can she blame her own obstinance on someone else?

“Of course it has everything to do with her. Before she appeared, I could still stay by your side, but look at what's going on now. You don't even care about my existence! Simon, my feelings for you are real. Can't you even spare me a little attention?”

Greta sobbed as she bared her soul. That was the dream she held on to all this while—one where she couldn't accept seeing it shattered.

Simon furrowed his brows.

“Greta, do you really like me for who I am? Would you still feel the same way if I wasn't the son of the hospital director?”

Simon had always been a rich playboy.

Even though he barely had any skills, he wasn't a fool. He could still tell what Greta was really interested in.

“Simon, my feelings for you are true. Why can't you see it?” Greta felt extremely aggrieved.

“Sophie, let's go!” Sandra pulled Sophie in an attempt to get her to leave. This is no joke. Greta has gone berserk and must be planning on splashing Sophie's face with acid given her hatred for Sophie.

“You should step aside!”

Greta has lost her marbles. Simon will definitely be at the receiving end of the acid if it splashes out.

“But—” Sandra was at a loss when she looked at the hysterical Greta. Any girl in her position would definitely be concerned about her own appearance.

She knew well the consequences of having the concentrated sulphuric acid come into contact with her face or body.

However, if Sophie refused to leave, she wouldn't be a good friend if she were to hide on her own.

“Sophie, just go! Don't worry about me. She wouldn't dare to lay a finger on me!” Simon said with certainty.

Greta's target is Sophie. As long as she leaves, Greta will not dare to do anything.

“Simon!”

Greto wos livid, but before she knew it, Sophie hod olreody oppeored in front of her, prying owoy the bottle of concentroted sulphuric ocid she wos holding from her honds.

Upon regoining her senses, Greto reoched out to grob Sophie's hond in return.

Sophie's brows knitted, os she hoted it when someone touched her. Greto hod unwittingly crossed one of her thresholds.

“Let go!” Sophie worned in on icy tone.

“No. I'm going to kill you todoy if thot's the lost thing I do!” A moniocol expression hod token over Greto's foce, her bloodshot eyes glistening with roge.

“Since you hove o deoth wish, your wish is my commond.” With thot, Sophie spun oround ond unleoshed o whirlwind kick ot Greto, throwing her bock o significont distonce.

Greto screomed in ogony upon croshing to the ground.

“Sophie, you—”

Despite her desperote effort to get bock up, she just couldn't do so no motter how hord she struggled.

The spot Sophie hod kicked her in wos still hurting excruciotingly, to the extent she could borely cotch her breoth.

At the sudden turn of events, Sondro doshed forword ond took the bottle of concentroted sulphuric ocid from Sophie's hond.

It wos then thot the teocher in chorge of the lob noticed o bottle missing while toking stock.

Filled with o sense of dreod, he seorched oll oround for it until he found it with the group.

He heoved o sigh of relief when he reolized nothing serious hod hoppened.

“This bottle of concentroted sulphuric ocid belongs to the lob. Pleose return it to me,” the teocher instructed ot once.

He needed to put the bottle bock before his superior found out. Otherwise, he would lose his job.

“Sir, how did this bottle of concentroted sulphuric ocid end up here?” Simon demonded upon reolizing whot wos going on.

There's something suspicious obout this teocher's ottitude.

“How would I know? Isn't it obvious someone stole it? Give it bock to me quickly. I need to return it ot once!” He osserted his outhority. “Whot's with oll the questions? Is this ony of your business?”

As there were mony wotching, the lob teocher wonted to nip the problem in the bud os soon os possible, which exploined his hostile ottitude.

“Sir, I think you should report this motter to the choncellor.”

Concentroted sulphuric ocid is on extremely dongerous substonce. Since he's in chorge of the lob, it's his responsibility to moke sure they're oll occounted for. He hos to be held occountoble for his mistoke.

“Simon!”

Greta was livid, but before she knew it, Sophie had already appeared in front of her, prying away the bottle of concentrated sulphuric acid she was holding from her hands.

“Simon!”

Greta was livid, but before she knew it, Sophie had already appeared in front of her, prying away the bottle of concentrated sulphuric acid she was holding from her hands.

Upon regaining her senses, Greta reached out to grab Sophie's hand in return.

Sophie's brows knitted, as she hated it when someone touched her. Greta had unwittingly crossed one of her thresholds.

“Let go!” Sophie warned in an icy tone.

“No. I'm going to kill you today if that's the last thing I do!” A maniacal expression had taken over Greta's face, her bloodshot eyes glistening with rage.

“Since you have a death wish, your wish is my command.” With that, Sophie spun around and unleashed a whirlwind kick at Greta, throwing her back a significant distance.

Greta screamed in agony upon crashing to the ground.

“Sophie, you—”

Despite her desperate effort to get back up, she just couldn't do so no matter how hard she struggled.

The spot Sophie had kicked her in was still hurting excruciatingly, to the extent she could barely catch her breath.

At the sudden turn of events, Sandra dashed forward and took the bottle of concentrated sulphuric acid from Sophie's hand.

It was then that the teacher in charge of the lab noticed a bottle missing while taking stock.

Filled with a sense of dread, he searched all around for it until he found it with the group.

He heaved a sigh of relief when he realized nothing serious had happened.

“This bottle of concentrated sulphuric acid belongs to the lab. Please return it to me,” the teacher instructed at once.

He needed to put the bottle back before his superior found out. Otherwise, he would lose his job.

“Sir, how did this bottle of concentrated sulphuric acid end up here?” Simon demanded upon realizing what was going on.

There's something suspicious about this teacher's attitude.

“How would I know? Isn't it obvious someone stole it? Give it back to me quickly. I need to return it at once!” He asserted his authority. “What's with all the questions? Is this any of your business?”

As there were many watching, the lab teacher wanted to nip the problem in the bud as soon as possible, which explained his hostile attitude.

“Sir, I think you should report this matter to the chancellor.”

Concentrated sulphuric acid is an extremely dangerous substance. Since he's in charge of the lab, it's his responsibility to make sure they're all accounted for. He has to be held accountable for his mistake.

The lab teacher hadn't met Sophie before. Other than knowing that she had a pretty face, he had no idea what her background was.

“It's clear to me that you no longer intend to continue your studies. Today will be your last day here.” He only dared to say such a thing because he was also well-connected.

Sandra retorted, “Sir, this is evidently your fault, and yet you're trying to threaten us? There's no way you're going to get us to leave.”

Meanwhile, Greta had finally picked herself up.

At the sight of the lab teacher, she cried out, “Uncle, they bullied me!”

It turned out that the man was Greta's uncle. Their relationship was what allowed her to slip into the physics lab to steal the bottle of concentrated sulphuric acid.

Greta's response triggered the urge in the lab teacher to strangle her to death.

“Greta, who allowed you to take the bottle of concentrated sulphuric acid from the lab? Even if you have a death wish, you shouldn't drag me along with you.” It wasn't easy for me to get this job.

Sophie arched a brow.

“Simon, call the police. Let them deal with this,” Sophie said.

There's more to the matter than meets the eye.

“I'm on it.” Greta has broken the law. I'm afraid this is a matter for the police to deal with.

“Uncle, they—”

The lab teacher dashed up to her and gave her a slap.

“Guys, whatever it is, I'm sure we can work it out. Once the police are involved, it will be detrimental to the school's reputation. Furthermore—” The lab teacher had wanted to say that he would lose his job if the matter escalated any further. “I'm willing to agree to any demands you have as long as you don't report this to the police.” Anxiety swelled within him.

Sophie responded with a snort. “We don't need anything from you. Call the cops!”

I am not going to waste any more time on this. If it had been some other girl in my place, she would have already been disfigured. As for these guys, they should be held responsible for their actions.

“Uncle, give me the acid!” Greta refused to back down. Since I'm going to prison, I might as well disfigure Sophie.