I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 58

**Through Silent Meadows We Trace Stories Left Behind Yesterday by Asa Rowan Flint**

**Chapter 58**

As they stepped outside the bustling racetrack, Sophie released her grip on Liam’s hand, the moment feeling like a sudden rupture in a fragile bond.

Liam moved ahead, his intention clear as he reached for the car door, hoping to usher her inside. But Sophie, with a resolute step back, halted him in his tracks.

“I already called a cab. I don’t need you to drive me,” she stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

His brow furrowed with concern. “Sophie, you’re pregnant and just caught a chill. You could seriously jeopardize your health. Please, don’t be stubborn; just get in the car.”

Her voice was like ice, sharp and cutting through the air. “I only left with you so people wouldn’t think something was going on between me and Mr. Morgan. It doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you for the disgusting things you did.”

Liam felt a rush of relief wash over him secretly; her words affirmed what he had hoped deep down.

He knew it—there was no way Sophie could ever be entangled with Marcus. Even he, with all his flaws, didn’t desire her. How could his uncle possibly be interested in someone like her?

Just then, a taxi pulled up beside her, and without a moment’s hesitation, Sophie slipped inside, leaving Liam standing there, momentarily stunned.

By the time he regained his composure, the cab had already sped away, taking her further from him. The gentleness that once graced his features vanished, replaced by a flash of cunning and disdain.

Once Sophie realized that her online reputation was beyond repair, she would come back to him, tears in her eyes, begging for marriage.

He would wait patiently for that moment, savoring the thought of her desperation.

Back at the hotel, Sophie sought solace in a long, hot bath, the steam enveloping her like a warm embrace. Eventually, she drifted into a restless sleep, her mind clouded with unease.

Around midnight, a sudden chill coursed through her body, jolting her awake. She shivered, pulling the thick blanket tighter around her, but the cold clung to her like an unwelcome shadow.

Despite the summer heat outside, she had set the air conditioning to an icy thirty degrees, yet she still felt as if she were freezing.

A thought crept into her mind—was she running a fever?

Dazed and sluggish, Sophie fumbled for her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed Dr. Zack’s number.

“Zack, I’m sorry to bother you at this hour… I think I have a fever. Are there any fever reducers that are safe for pregnant women?”

She remembered the hotel lobby stocked with some basic medications but felt uncertain about their safety during pregnancy.

“This is Marcus,” a deep male voice interrupted her thoughts, making her heart skip a beat.

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