Sarah's back stiffened. Her entire posture shifted into defensive mode. She averted her gaze, refusing to look at Luke or answer his question, and simply turned to walk away.
"Sarah." Luke took two quick strides, catching up and stepping squarely in her path to block her.
"Sarah, I have no intention of prying into your privacy, but this is about Sophie's safety. I need to find her as soon as possible."
Sarah stopped again, glaring sharply at him. "Just because of a few photos? Is she out of her mind?"
"She misunderstood..." Luke struggled to find the right words. "She thinks Harold has feelings for Sophie."
Sarah stared at Luke as if he were a raving lunatic spouting absolute nonsense.
"There are definitely some misunderstandings, but she refuses to listen, and she won't even answer my calls. Sarah, she has an extreme personality; she really might do something to hurt Sophie."
Sarah looked at the man standing before her and shook her head. "No, you cannot go. Gavin's parents are in town, and Sophie is with them. I will call her. Now, leave."
Luke didn't move an inch. He kept his pleading gaze locked on Sarah, waiting for her to dial Sophie's number.
Sarah shot him a cold look. When the call connected, she spoke urgently, "Sophie, Eileen is in town. Please be careful."
"Mom, I know... You don't need to come over tonight..." Sophie's voice was barely a whisper. Before she could finish her sentence, a shrill, piercing woman's voice tore through the line. "Don't even think about sneaking away!"
Immediately after, a burst of static exploded from the receiver, followed by a loud smack, and the line went dead.
Sarah's face drained of color in an instant. She looked up at Luke.
"What happened? Did... did Eileen find Sophie?" Luke demanded.
Sarah nodded.
"Sarah, let's go there right now. I'll get Eileen out of there."
After lunch, Gavin's parents and grandmother rested briefly before freshening up, changing their clothes, and preparing to head to Saint Jude's Monastery together to fulfill the vow.
Sophie and Gavin were waiting in the lobby lounge. The two were laughing softly when Eileen suddenly materialized right in front of them.
Gillian's razor-sharp eyes swept over Sophie. Sophie felt as though she had been nailed to the floor; her mouth wouldn't open, and her legs refused to move.
The grandmother who had just been affectionately coaxing her to eat more at lunch now stood there with a pale face and a highly complicated expression. Graham looked as cold as ice. They had to be so disappointed.
Sophie squeezed her eyes shut, forcibly blinking back the tears threatening to fall.
The other shoe had finally dropped. She finally understood the source of the suffocating panic she had felt over the past few days.
But here, in the middle of a public lobby, how was she supposed to prove her innocence?
Gillian lightly touched Graham's arm and murmured, "Take Mom back up to the room. I will handle this."
This kind of scene was incredibly inappropriate for them to witness.
Watching her husband gently guide her mother into the elevator, Gillian finally took long strides toward Gavin and snapped, "Let go! Have you stooped so low that you're now putting your hands on women?"

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