Reborn to Burn Them All novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Chapter 117

After that, Zachary never showed up at SWPC again. With him gone, Sophia soon found herself surrounded by a peculiar group of like–minded Inmaten.

One of the inmates said, “Young one, judging by your physiognomy, you’ve got exceptional bone structure–perfect for learning our sect’s martial arts. Become my disciple, and I will teach you. When you leave this place, you can exact your vengeance.”

Another inmate laughed, “I can see you’re exceptionally smart and have a photographic memory–just perfect for my unique secret technique. At last, my alliance has a worthy successor.”

“Back in the day, I was the king of the stock market. These eyes of mine were impressive. Become my disciple, and I’ll turn you into a stock market legend.”

Another patient cut in, “Kid, don’t listen to them–they’re all nuts. Listen to me instead. Become my disciple, arid I’ll teach you all my secret techniques.”

SWPC housed all sorts of eccentric patients–one would drape a bedsheet over himself and claim to be emperor, another would sit cross–legged all day insisting he was the Buddha. So their delusional talk was nothing out of the ordinary at SWPC.

But Sophia knew better. SWPC was supposed to be strict, yet somehow these patients always managed to get their hands on things that clearly didn’t belong there. To recruit her as their disciple, they’d show off their best tricks.

Sophia learned from them right out in the open. No one ever suspected a thing.

Innately brilliant and a remarkably quick learner, Sophia mastered all their skills in under two years. Then, through their combined efforts, they helped her pull off a daring escape from SWPC.

The first thing Sophia did after escaping SWPC was to hunt down Zachary. To her fury, she discovered he’d already fled abroad–and never returned.

Fuming with resentment, Sophia kicked the bedframe hard twice in her sleep, making the wooden boards thud. As she slowly opened her eyes, she realized it was already morning. She lay there for five minutes before getting up to wash and heading downstairs for breakfast.

Jonathan and Sean had been too busy to come

home lately. Now, aside from Sophia, only Yvette remained in the Chandler residence.

Seeing Sophia come downstairs, Yvette snatched her purse and dashed out. Over her shoulder, she yelled, “Sophia! The bruises on my face and the marks on my neck are solid evidence! I won’t let you get away with this!”

Sophia merely lowered her eyes, not even bothering to spare Yvette a glance. She listlessly finished her breakfast before heading to the hospital.

Then Sophia heard Heather sobbing, while Yvette tried to comfort her, “Mom, don’t worry. I’ve already found a top–notch psychiatrist for Howard and made an appointment. He’ll be here soon to check on him.”

Sophia’s eyelids flickered open at the mention of a psychiatrist. Her greatest regret from her previous life was that Zachary had slipped away abroad before she could settle the score herself. She demanded, her voice sharp with suspicion, “Is the psychiatrist Zachary?”

Sophia’s sudden voice startled Yvette. Her face went pale as she cowered behind Heather, trembling. “Mom, I’m scared,” she whispered.

Heather asked, her voice a little stiff, “Sophia, Yvette says you were the one who hurt her face?”

Sophia admitted bluntly, “She had it coming for messing with me.”

Yvette trembled even harder and protested in a whisper, “Mom, I didn’t do anything to her. When I got home yesterday, the place was a complete mess. I just asked what happened.”

Heather patted Yvette’s hand reassuringly, then turned to Sophia, her voice gentle but uncertain. “Sophia, you—”

Sophia kicked the chair over with a crash, her patience wearing thin. “Are you seriously going to keep whining about something this trivial?”

Heather flinched in alarm.

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Sophia shot back defiantly, “Which is more important, Yvette’s injuries or Howard’s? No wonder they’re all so stupid–It’s because they hart be mother like you.

“Always dropping the ball at critical moments. How could someone as exceptionally brilliant as me end up with a mother like you? What a can

Heather choked up, her lips trembling as she shot Sophia a veiled glare. “Sophia, you…” her voice light with suppressed anger,

“Enough with the crap. Yvette, didn’t you contact Zachary? Did he drop dead or something? Why isn’t he here yet?” Sophia was seething, her fingers twitching with the urge to throw a punch.

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Wette cowered behind Heather, seething with silent rage. Heather’s face was ashen with displeasure, but she held her tongue because Sophia’s current demeanor was frankly terrifying.

“Hello, I’m Zachary,” a composed voice interjected.

Sophia whipped her head around, locking eyes with Zachary through the gold–rimmed glasses perched on his nose. Her gaze was as cold and sharp as a blade, with a bone–chilling murderous rage simmering beneath the surface–enough to make anyone shudder.

Zachary’s eyes were gentle, like a sea that could embrace everything, yet beneath the surface flickered a trace of fervor. The corners of his lips curled into a faint, knowing smile.

Sophia spat with brazen defiance, “Fucking mo”

Zachary remained unruffled, instead smiling at her. “So you must be Sophia.”

Sophia met his gaze with a sardonic smile. “What, interested in me?”

Zachary was momentarily taken aback. He hadn’t expected her to be so blunt.

Sophia shot Zachary a sharp look and demanded, “So, word is you’re some hotshot psychiatrist. Can you

Zachary chuckled and shook his head. “Unless it’s a special case-”

Sophia cut him off sharply. “So you know hypnosis. Do you hypnotize your patients?”

Zachary maintained his professional smile. “Ms. Chandler, I’m a psychiatrist with strict professional ethics.”

do hypnosis?”

Sophia nodded sharply. “So you’re not answering, which means you would hypnotize patients without their consent, is that it?”

Zachary’s professional smile finally cracked. “Ms. Chandler, are you actually questioning my professional competence and ethics?”

“You bet. You don’t look like a decent guy at all. How could I trust you? For all I know, you could be some sicko who preys on patients.”

It was the first time Zachary had faced something like this. Before he could speak, the two doctors behind him who had long been dissatisfied with Sophia were boiling with rage. One of them snapped, “Ms. Chandler, are you trying to humiliate us?”

Sophia nodded with a smirk. “Finally caught on, did you?”

“You!” One of the doctors fumed, shooting Sophia a venomous glare. “Dr. Dawson, this patient isn’t worth our time. She’s way out of line.”

Zachary was always treated with respect and warmly welcomed wherever he went. This was the first time they’d encountered someone so outrageous.

“Dr. Dawson, please don’t go!” Yvette, no longer hiding, quickly stepped out from behind Heather. “Sophia, Dr. Dawson is here at my of this.”

Sophia shrugged with exaggerated nonchalance. “Wasn’t planning to butt in anyway. Not like it’s for me–the hell do I care?”