Come on Daddy novel (Bright and Rose) novel Chapter 372

Sophie cried as she said, half for the baby, half for stirring up Timothy's sympathy for her.

The only person she could rely on now was Timothy. Only he would wholeheartedly help her against the person she hated!

If Rose didn't die, she would never feel at ease.

"All right, don't cry." Timothy wiped the tears off her face.

Sophie leaned into his arms and said coquettishly, "Timothy, our son couldn't die for nothing. We have to let Rose pay the price! Timothy, will you promise me let her pay for what she did?"

"Or are you too scared to say yes because of Bright? That is your kid. Because Bright will stand with her, Rose has nothing to fear and even killed my child. Can you stand that?"

"Of course I can't. But do you have proof?" Timothy wrapped around her tiny waist.

"What do you mean?" Sophie asked in a displeased way. "You don't believe what I'm saying? Proof? I am the proof!"

"Sophie, don't be mad. What I mean is that if we have sound proof, we can give it to the police, and send her to justice." Timothy soothed Sophie, "Mrs. Lee killed a child! That would have a negative impact to the Lee family, who will not accept her."

"You are too naive. What if we have proof? A child that is not born is not a life, and she will not be punished at all. And with Bright's protection of her, do you think we'll get a fair trial?" Sophie said with hatred. "We can only use our own way to get her punished!"

"Fine, I will listen to you." Timothy was obedient. "She killed out child, and I won't let her go! But we have to deal with May first."

Sophie's face softened when she got the answer she wanted. "Fine. Remember that you will get Rose punished. You know how much I trust you."

"After we deal with Rose, we'll go abroad and spend the rest of our life together. By then I'll give you more babies. What do you thin, Timothy?" She raised her hand and caressed Timothy's face.

"That's great." Timothy smiled contentedly.

"Come on, let's see May." Sophie smirked and she raised her head proudly, like a triumphant peacock.

Timothy led Sophie to an old shack in the woods. The room was not very big, and the walls were mottled. Shimmering orange light went through the cracks.

Timothy reached for the door, but Sophie took his hand. "Wait for me outside. She used to be my mother-in-law, and I want to say something to her alone. It won't take long."

"Well, if you need anything, let me know. I'll just talk to the driver over there." Timothy pointed to where the van was parked. The driver was still in the can. "Be safe," he said.

"Yes." Sophie patted him on the shoulder.

Timothy turned away, leaving room for Sophie, who opened the door. The iron door let out a squeak.