SOPHIA’S POV
I woke to the sound of raised voices echoing through Stone Manor. For a moment, I was disoriented.
Where was I?
Then the events of last night came rushing back. I remembered everything slowly - the party, the attack, Damien choosing Tiffany, Ashley being sick.
All of it.
I dragged myself off the sofa. My back ached from the uncomfortable sleeping position.
Slowly, I made my way to the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror was terrible. I had dark circles under my eyes, my hair was a mess, my expression was totally exhausted.
I looked like I felt - broken, drained, done.
But I couldn’t afford to fall apart. I had work in a few hours. There were patients who needed me.
So I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and tried to make myself presentable with the limited supplies I kept at Stone Manor.
The shouting downstairs continued, growing louder. I could make out two female voices.
I pulled out my phone and called Amaya, George’s housekeeper.
"Mrs. Stone," she answered on the first ring. "I was just about to come check on you."
"What’s going on downstairs?" I asked. "Who’s fighting?"
"Miss Dahlia and Mrs. Helen," Amaya said with a sigh. "Miss Dahlia came back late last night, and this morning Mrs. Helen started in on her about the medical school situation again. It’s been going on for twenty minutes now."
"Where’s grandpa George?"
"Out for his morning walk. He left about an hour ago." Amaya’s voice dropped lower. "Mrs. Helen always waits until Mr. George is gone before she starts these arguments. She knows he won’t tolerate her treating Miss Dahlia this way."
Of course. Helen was a bully who only showed her true colors when there was no one around to call her on it.
"Thank you for letting me know," I said. "I’ll be leaving for work soon anyway."
"Would you like me to bring you some breakfast? Or coffee at least?"
"No, thank you. I’ll grab something on the way." I hung up and finished getting dressed in yesterday’s clothes.
I just needed to get out of here, et to my car, get to work, get through another day without falling apart.
The argument was still getting louder as I made my way down the stairs. I could see Helen sitting on the living room sofa. Her face was red with anger.
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