The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 437

Bailey had always gone above and beyond for her. He hired private tutors when she needed them, and once he realized she had a real gift, he sent her overseas to study, determined to give her every chance to shine. She never wanted for anything. Whatever Hank had, she did too, and sometimes, she had things even Hank didn’t get. Bailey gave her everything he could, except for shares in the Meyer family company. That was the only thing he held back.

And now, just like that, the man who had always protected and spoiled her—he was gone.

Sofia dropped to the floor, pulling her knees close. Her shoulders shook so hard she could barely breathe. Tears kept falling, hitting the floor and spreading into dark, blurry puddles.

Grace was still in custody, waiting for her trial. Bailey was dead. Hank blamed her for what Grace had done to Marie and hadn’t spoken to her in ages. Just like that, Sofia realized she was completely alone, with nobody left to lean on.

Her sobs were muffled, but the pain in them was sharp, almost shattering. She cried for a long time, until the sobs faded into quiet sniffles and the room finally felt silent.

Nathaniel’s voice broke the hush. It was calm and flat. “Are you done crying?”

She sniffed and wiped her face with the back of her hand. Her nose was stuffy, her voice thick and hopeless.

“What’s the point? What future do I even have?”

She didn’t know why Bailey had ended up in police custody, but for the police to make such a big deal out of it, for it to end with someone dying, it had to be serious. If everything came out, the Meyer Group would crash, maybe even go under for good.

Nathaniel had reached the bottom floor, listening at the exit before opening the door just enough to peek through. He spotted an old apartment building nearby and hurried over, grabbing a black jacket from a clothesline on someone’s balcony. It was about his size, good enough.

“Bailey’s gone. Hank can’t handle the Meyer family on his own.” Nathaniel’s voice was pragmatic. “I checked. Their main focus now is artificial intelligence. You studied abroad for years for this. If you go back and help Hank keep things steady, he’ll be grateful, maybe even desperate for your help. The Meyer family will be yours. It’s just a matter of time.”

Sofia let out a bitter laugh. “Hank? He’d never trust me.”

Ever since Hank found out about Grace and Marie, he hadn’t called her once. Not when Grace was arrested, not when Bailey died. It was like he’d forgotten she existed.

“Instead of getting dragged into that mess, I might as well pack up and leave the country,” she muttered, half to herself. “At least that way I’d be comfortable. I don’t need all this.”

She started weighing her options. Bailey had bought her plenty over the years—a trust fund, an apartment overseas, enough to live on. Sure, it wasn’t the same as the easy money and freedom she’d had with the Meyer family, but staying now meant risking everything, losing even the little she had left. Better to walk away while she still could.

Nathaniel’s voice snapped, “That’s stupid.”

“Set up a car for me. I need to get to Brookfield.”

He’d rented a warehouse at Pier 3 in Brookfield twenty years ago under the name Drew. It was where he’d stashed gold bars and all the leverage he’d collected on the rich and powerful—the ones who’d gotten organs through him all those years ago. With all that, he could start over.

“Sofia, trust me. I won’t let the Meyer Group collapse. I might even make it stronger.”

Sofia hesitated. She didn’t know if he was telling the truth, but a guy like Nathaniel was always holding something back.

Should she trust him and try to hang on to her comfortable life, or just wait for everything to fall apart and the court to seize what little she had left?

After a long silence, she made up her mind. “Fine. I’ll help you. But if you lie to me, I swear I’ll make you pay for it, no matter what.”

Nathaniel smiled, just a little. “Don’t worry. We’re in this together. I won’t let you down. Once you sort out the car, text me the plate number. I’ll be waiting for you behind the hospital.”