Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 379

Chapter 379

For a moment, I saw it–the hurt beneath the rage, the desperation that had driven her to do something so unforgivable.

But it didn’t excuse what she’d done.

“You saved my life when I was at my lowest point,” I said quietly. “And I’ve been grateful for that. But this, Claire–what you did to Rosa Cruz–this isn’t something I can overlook. Not even for you.”

Her face went pale. “What are you saying?”

‘I’m saying you’re going to stay here. You’re going to think about what you’ve done. And then-”

The door burst open.

Sophia stood in the doorway, breathing hard, her eyes wild. In her right hand, she held a riding crop from the estate’s old stables.

“You bitch.” Her voice was deadly quiet.

Claire’s face went pale. “How did you-

“I followed him.” Sephia’s gaze never left Claire’s face. “Because I knew he wouldn’t actually do anything.”

My mind raced. “Sophia, how did you-”

“Your assistant. I told him if he didn’t tell me where you were taking her, I’d go to the press with everything. He caved in about thirty seconds.”

Fuck.

“Sophia.” I moved between them. “Don’t.”

‘Get out of my way, Lucas.”

‘I can’t let you do this.”

“Can’t? Or won’t?” Her eyes blazed. “Because it sure as hell looks like you’re protecting her. Again.”

“I’m protecting you. If you hurt her, you’re the one who goes to prison.”

“I don’t care.” Sophia’s knuckles were white around the crop’s handle. “She tried to kill my mother.”

“She deserves to face justice. Real justice. Not whatever you’re planning.”

“Justice?” Sophia’s laugh was harsh. “You mean like being locked up in a mansion for a few days? She tried to murder my mother, Lucas. And you’re treating her like she shoplifted a lipstick.”

“And you. You’re even worse. Because you know what she is. You know what she’s done. And you’re still making excuses for her.”

She paused in the doorway, looking back at Claire.

“You think you’re safe because you’re rich? Because you have lawyers and family connections and people like him protecting you?” Sophia’s smile was cold.

“You’re not. Because people like me? We have nothing left to lose. And that makes us a hell of a lot more dangerous than you’ll ever be.”

Her gaze shifted to Claire, something dark flickering across her face.

“You should remember that, Claire. Because one day–maybe tomorrow, maybe next month, maybe next year–you’re going to turn a corner or step out of a car, and I’ll be there. And when that happens, all your money and connections won’t mean shit.”

Claire had gone chalk–white. “You’re threatening me?”

“I’m making a promise. You tried to kill my mother. And if she dies, you’re going to end up dead in a gutter somewhere. Maybe it’ll look like an accident.

Maybe a mugging gone wrong. But either way, you’re going to pay. And no one–not even him—will be able to stop me.”

She turned and walked out, the riding crop clattering to the floor behind her.

I stood frozen, torn between chasing after her and staying to deal with Claire.