“Sophia, are you okay?”
The moment the assistant spotted Sophia on the ground, his face went pale. He rushed out of the car in a panic.
Nothing in Sophia’s life had ever been this embarrassing. As soon as he tried to help her up, she shoved him away.
“Are you blind? You saw me walking up—why didn’t you warn me? Are you just trying to embarrass me on purpose?”
The assistant winced and tried to explain, insisting it wasn’t intentional. He honestly hadn’t seen her.
Inside the car, Shirley—who’d arrived with Harriet—was knocked sideways by the commotion and reached out to steady her.
Harriet, still rattled, noticed how Sophia wasn’t even apologizing. Instead, she was yelling at their assistant. With a stern look, Harriet stepped in.
“What’s wrong with you? You ran into us—and now you’re blaming us? Where are your manners?”
Sophia had been spoiled her whole life. She wasn’t used to being called out like this. Fury flashed in her eyes.
The assistant could tell things were going south, but he didn’t manage to step in in time.
“Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? Say that again and I’ll slap you.”
Paulina knew Sophia had a temper, but she never expected her to lose it this badly. She hurried over, ready to step in before things got truly out of hand.
Being part of the James family, Harriet was used to respect. Getting chewed out by a girl half her age in front of everyone brought her blood to a boil.
“Wow, what a big mouth you’ve got. I didn’t realize Harrisburg had such rude kids running loose. Try laying a hand on me. Try it. Make one move, and you’ll regret it.”
“Sophia, stop it.”
Paulina grabbed Sophia, reining her in before she could say anything else. There weren’t that many guests around yet, but people were starting to stare. If this kept going, it would be impossible to smooth things over.
“Norris is the White Group’s heir. He’s not someone girls from random families should even think about. Plus, I saw you getting cozy with another man just last night. Maybe have a little more self-respect and stay away from Norris.”
Shirley prided herself on her patience, but Sophia’s words stung so badly her head started to ache. Sure, Norris was the White family heir, but he was also disabled, and from what she’d heard, he might never walk again. There was no way Shirley saw him as some kind of prize. Of course, she couldn’t just say that.
Irritated, she decided to direct her anger at Rebecca, who was standing on the sidelines, watching all of this with an unreadable look.
“Rebecca, are you still mad at me? Is that why you won’t speak up? I already told you how things really are between me and Mr. White. Why didn’t you just clear things up for them instead of letting this mess happen and almost letting Mom get hurt?”
Only now did the assistant even notice Rebecca. Suddenly, it clicked. He remembered the talk around town about the Russells finding their lost daughter, and with Paulina and Sophia here, it all made sense.
Could Rebecca really be the daughter the Russells just found?
Sophia and Paulina both looked back at Rebecca, clearly half convinced by Shirley’s words. Rebecca let out a cold, mocking laugh.
“Why should I bother explaining anything for you? Your misunderstanding is your own problem. Don’t drag me into it. And if you seriously think what happened to Mrs. James is my fault, I won’t mind making that true.”

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