Sophia closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking back up, asking Arthur, “Do your words just now still stand? Will you really be able to do it if I say yes?”
Arthur’s eyes widened slightly in response, and he swung his hand free from Emily’s grasp, dashing to the bed to check Sophia’s face.
But Sophia couldn’t care less about her face right then. She latched her gaze upon Arthur with misty and firm forbearing eyes.
“What are you talking about, Sophia?! What promise do you want Artie to fulfill?” Emily asked out of curiosity as she stomached her anger.
“Your face…”
“Ignore that. Answer me, still stand?” do your words
“They stand.” Arthur riveted his gaze on her.
“Alright, you have my word. I’ll break up with my boyfriend, and you’ll have to give up marrying this woman.” Sophia pointed right at Emily. “She’s not worthy of you.”
Emily instantly turned crimson with rage. She finally lost it and snapped at Sophia. “What nonsense are you talking about, Goodwin?! How dare you say I’m unworthy of Artie!”
“How dare I? You’re phony, savage, ill bred, and wicked. I won’t let you marry him and taint his life. You don’t deserve him.” As feeble as Sophia was, her words weighted multitudes, hitting home.
Arthur was stumped for a few solid seconds, listening to her words with incredulity. “You’re the one who slapped her?” He turned his head to Emily.
Frightened, Emily took a couple of steps back upon meeting Arthur’s sub-zero gaze. “Artie, I… I didn’t mean to. I was just so upset she ruined our wedding…”
“Who are your to slap her?!” The anger beneath Arthur’s eyes burned ablaze.
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