After school, Sophia returned home with the rosary around her neck. The black obsidian cross was hard to miss and easily recognizable with a mere glance.
Michael had already warned her not to have any interaction with the Mitchells. Not only did she meet up with Woody, but she even brought Cooper’s rosary home with her.
The moment she opened the door when she arrived home, she saw Michael watching TV on the couch. Nathan dashed for his new toy as soon as he went to the door while she stood without moving, afraid to step in.
Seeing that no one was in the living room, Nathan went out to play with the toys in his hands. With nobody else around, she faced her back to the living room with an anxious yet reddened face before poking her butt in.
Actually, Michael had already known about the events that transpired for the past couple of days and he was strongly adamant of her not being involved with the Mitchells. Like a quagmire, it would be impossible to break free once contact, even a minute one, was made.
Yesterday, she had offended the eldest daughter of the family head of the Mitchell Family, Natasha, whereas today, she kept Cooper’s rosary, which all the descendants of the family had been aggressively eyeing for.
He thought to himself sarcastically, How amazing she is!
It was getting harder to suppress the fact that she was born with the Mitchells’ genes.
Setting aside the fact that Woody mistook her for his son with a mere glance, even his slow-witted grandfather, Mark, had called to confirm her background a couple of days ago. “Are you sure that girl is from the Edwards Family, and not the Mitchells?” he had asked in a serious tone.
Her involvement with the Mitchells were getting deeper—whether she knew it or not.
Despite that, the frustrations he had inside for the entire day evaporated when he saw how she wriggled her butt through the door earlier. Standing up, he paced over and gave her butt a tight slap.
Smack! Sophia’s face reddened, but she was afraid to withdraw her butt.
Michael gave her a few more slaps in succession, with each one being louder than the last.
Smack! Smack! “Have you realized your mistake?” he asked sternly when she was silent and afraid to say something.
She lowered her head and answered, “Yes.”
He slapped her again, but stroked it afterward. “What did you do wrong?”
“I shouldn’t have been involved with the Mitchells,” she answered timidly.
After giving Sophia another slap, Michael asked, “What else?”
Retracting her head, she said, “I shouldn’t have accepted Cooper’s amulet.”
Then, she surrendered the rosary herself.
Upon taking the rosary from her, he still felt her warmth radiating from it and it felt different as it was a little warmer than his own. With the amulet in hand, he headed into the living room with her following behind and standing at the side as her head drooped.
Staring at the rosary in his hand, it looked exactly as how he remembered it to be. It was said that Woody had obtained it from a high priest and Cooper had worn it since childhood, never removing it even once.
In every photo of Cooper, the rosary could be seen. It was all a terrified Michael had subconsciously stared at every time he was writing in front of Cooper. Over a long period of time, he was brainwashed by what he saw and the rosary became a nightmare from his childhood!
Legend had it that it was a rock with spiritual powers. Therefore, everything was smooth sailing for Cooper since young because of the rock’s blessings.
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