Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 425

Wiona, Madison, and Annette finally made it out of the basement. The second Wiona breathed in the fresh air, she caught Sophie’s voice nearby. She couldn’t hear exactly what Sophie was saying. Then came the screams—Nikolai and Drake, in pain.

Wiona’s heart dropped. She went pale and started to step forward, but Madison grabbed her arm.

“Where do you think you’re going? You’re pregnant. You can’t just rush in like that.”

“I know what I’m doing,” Wiona said, her voice shaking.

“If something happens to Nikolai and Drake, I’ll never forgive myself.”

They’d been captured only because they were protecting her. She owed it to them to do the same.

Wiona’s face hardened. “Sophie wants me to show myself. Fine. I’ll go.”

“Today I’m going to face her. I want to know why a lawyer would do something so cruel.”

She didn’t look at Annette, just started walking ahead. Annette reached out and stopped her.

“Wiona, let me handle this,” Annette said softly. “I know you’ve suffered today. I know I’m responsible for a lot of it.”

Wiona didn’t respond.

Annette let out a long, sad sigh. “I know you don’t trust me. I’ve always favored Sophie, treated her like my own daughter. I really did care about her all these years. That’s exactly why I need to be the one to do this.”

Wiona looked at her, eyes cold. “I want Nikolai and Drake safe. And I want Sophie to pay for what she’s done.”

Annette nodded, her voice steady. “Alright. But from here on, you have to do as I say. Can you?”

Sophie could feel Conrad getting closer. If he arrived before her aunt was back at her side, she’d lose her grip on everything. If Wiona came out, acting all weak and pitiful with his mother, Conrad might take her side. Amaya wasn’t an issue, but her aunt was her only real leverage now. As long as she had her, Wiona wouldn’t stand a chance.

Besides, these two bodyguards were basically finished. No one would be around to contradict her story. If Annette was still unconscious, she’d never suspect Sophie. She had to get her aunt back, no matter what.

Her patience snapped. The calm act was gone.

“Do it!” she snapped. “I already said I’ll take full responsibility for whatever happens.”

Two dead bodyguards. That was all it would be. She could handle that.

But the Simpson men hesitated. They weren’t about to cross that line. Another pill, and they’d be murderers for real.