My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s) novel Chapter 392

Sonia gripped her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She couldn’t understand why, despite liking Alex for so long, he couldn’t see her, why his eyes were only on Candice. Whenever they had been together, no matter how much she hinted, Alex always maintained a gentlemanly demeanor.

But now he was willing to let Candice carry his child.

Sonia couldn’t accept the contrast, nor could she accept Alex's indifferent treatment. She could only attribute all her grievances to Candice.

If it were not for Candice —

If Candice did not exist.

The last trace of hesitation in Sonia's heart vanished. She closed her phone screen, which had been left on the call log, and turned to leave in the opposite direction.

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Candice was outside on a small balcony, taking a breather. The balcony was connected to a staircase leading down, with railings on the side. During meetings, when she got tired, Angela would bring her here to rest.

Candice was worried about the situation with Redshade, but Hanley had been comforting her, so she didn’t want to show her concern.

However, before coming to Solaris, she’d made a pact with Hanley, and she didn’t want to give up so easily.

She was in a chat group with Yana and Nadia. On her phone, Yana was currently sharing about a trendy shop she had seen, saying they should go together after Candice returned.

She tagged Candice. Candice was typing a reply when she suddenly heard a loud voice behind her.

"What are you doing? Can't you see there's someone there?!"

It was Angela's voice.

Candice turned, startled, only to see a young man in his twenties holding a bundle of wooden sticks behind her. Each stick was about as thick as a man’s arm, the sticks long and dirty, with many thorns on them.

If Angela hadn’t called out, he might have hit Candice in the waist.

She had been standing near the stairs, and if the sticks had caught her clothes and with a tug, Candice might have ended up rolling down the stairs. Even if she hadn’t, being hit with the bundle of sticks wouldn’t have been pleasant.

Candice looked at the young man, who was only three meters away from her, feeling a wave of fear. There was a cold sweat on her back.

She looked up at the young man, who lowered his head and hid his face behind the bundle, apologizing softly and timidly. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you just now."

Angela had already walked up to Candice and stood in front of her, pointing to the side with a stern tone. "Don't you watch where you're going? She's pregnant. If you accidentally hit her, can you afford the consequences?"

The young man kept apologizing but never showed his face. Angela scolded him a few more times and then let him leave from the other side.

Then she turned to Candice. "Are you okay? You scared me. Luckily I came out in time."

Frightened, Candice asked Angela, "Why did you come out?"

"Here." Angela looked at the wheelchair behind her. "I brought this for you. Since your doctor said you shouldn’t move around, you should just stay put. Why did you run out? It's dangerous."

Candice couldn't care less about anything at the moment. She suppressed her palpitations from what had just happened and sat back in the wheelchair.

As Angela pushed her back inside, she sighed. "Being a beauty is really something. Even when you just go out for some fresh air, there's someone caring about you."

However, Candice was lost in thought and did not hear her words at all.