Reborn to Burn Them All novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Zachary was the most stunned. He had never imagined that one day he’d be mistaken for a scammer.

The two assistants behind him were so angry their faces were practically contorted, as if they were about to explode. One of them splattered. “How Live you doubt Dr. Dawson!”

Leaning against the doorframe, Sophia shot Zachary a mocking smile. “Oh, so he’s Zachary just because you say so? Got any proof?”

Zachary wore an expression of patient tolerance, as if dealing with a difficult patient. “Ms. Chandler

Without giving him a chance to prove himself, Sophia suddenly drove her fist straight into the bridge of Zachary’s nose.

“Dr. Dawson!” the assistants cried out in alarm.

Zachary staggered backward, his glasses knocked askew on his nose. The man who was always so polished and composed now cut a thoroughly disheveled figure–a far cry from his usual refined self.

One of the assistants shouted, “Sophia! How dare you hit Dr. Dawson!”

Sophia jutted her chin out defiantly. “Dr. Dawson? He’s a scammer!” With that, she landed another punch on Zachary’s face. “Get lost, or I’ll keep beating you. The nerve of you frauds, trying to scam me!”

The assistants were so furious they were ready to throw hands with Sophia.

Zachary saw stars as Sophia’s punches landed, blood streaming from his nose. He never imagined Sophia would be so unpredictable. Still, he forced a calm smile and reassured his assistants, “I’m fine.”

After taking two punches, Zachary’s nose ached and stung, his eyes watering uncontrollably. Yet he maintained his impeccable poise, dabbing at his bloodied nose. “My apologies for the misunderstanding, Ms. Chandler,” he said evenly. “I should go tend to this first.”

As Zachary walked away, Sophia raised her fist and shouted, “Don’t you dare run away, you damn scammer! Dressed like a gentleman but acting like a crook–couldn’t you do something decent? If you dare come back, I’ll knock your teeth out!”

Zachary halted abruptly. His two assistants, fuming with indignation, were about to confront Sophia when he pulled them back. “Let’s go back first,” he said calmly.

Sophia fixed Zachary with a cold, steely gaze. Her clenched fist slowly relaxed as a smug smile played at the corners of her lips. She’d been itching to hit him for ages.

Sophia turned around and met Heather’s gaze, completely unfazed. “What are you looking at me for? Good thing I was here. Otherwise, you’d have let that scammer get away with it.”

Heather opened her mouth, but words failed her.

Yvette was stunned by Sophia’s outrageous move and only now snapped back to her senses, shrieking, “Sophia! What the hell have you done? You actually hit Dr. Dawson! Do you have any idea how long I begged before he finally agreed to see Howard?”

Yvette stamped her foot in frustration, her usually pale cheeks now flushed with anger. Tears welled up in her eyes, glistening like crystal, making her look so delicate and pitiful.

“Yvette, are you brainless? He’s just a fraud. Everyone else has to make words? Who do you think you are, the center of the universe?”

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appointment, so what makes you think you can just call him over with a few

Yvette almost blurted out because she thought she herself was rather attractive.

Sophia rolled her eyes. “Besides, everyone knows Zachary is a top psychiatrist hired by the hospital for a fat paycheck–he must be at least forty. Now look at this guy–does he look like that to you?”

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Chapter 118

Heather, standing nearby, nodded in agreement, finding Sophia’s reasoning quite convincing,

Wette sputtered in anger. “But he’s Dr. Dawson Sophia, you know the truth, don’t you? Why won’t you admit it?” Her mind was a complets mest – honestly had no idea what Sophia was up to.

Sophia blinked in feigned confusion. “What am I supposed to know? Yvette, did you hit your head when you fell down the stairs? Why do you keep cring all this weird stuff none of us can understand? Heather, you’ve noticed it too, right?”

Caught off guard, Heather froze for a moment. Recalling Yvette’s recent odd expressions, her growing closeness to the Sampson family, and How she’d been using their money to support them, Heather couldn’t suppress her displeasure. She nodded and asked, “Yvette, what’s wrong with your

Yvette shot a glance at Heather, then glared at Sophia, who was smirking with undisguised malice, “Sophia, you’re doing this on purpose! You know damn well what’s going on, yet you’re still pretending to be clueless!”

Sophia put on an innocent face. “Me, preto

I’ve lived with the Chandler family for eighteen years–what could possibly be pretending about? But you, you weren’t like this when you first came back. Heather can vouch for that.”

Heather nodded. “Wette, you…”

Yvette, tears streaming down her face, yelled at Heather, “You don’t know anything, yet you still take her side. In your heart, is Sophia the only one who counts as your daughter?”

Heather was startled by Yvette’s outburst. In her

like this since returning to the Chandler family.

Yvette had always been the picture of obedience and kindness–never once had she spoken to her

Sophia suddenly widened her eyes in feigned shock. “Yvette! So you’ve been faking it all along. Now the mask slips! Heather, did you see that? She actually snapped at you. This is her true face–a goddamn jinx.”

Heather frowned, looking at Yvette with a bewildered and helpless expression.

Yvette instantly regretted her outburst and was about to speak, but Sophia cut in sharply. “Yvette, what’s your game bringing a scammer here? Howard pushed you down the stairs before, so now waiting to finish him off while he’s down?”

Yvette’s heart lurched. “I didn’t! Sophia, stop spouting nonsense! You know perfectly well he’s Zachary, so why-”

Sophia said mockingly, “Look, here she goes again–saying things none of us can understand. Heather, I think she’s delusional”

Yvette clamped her mouth shut, her eyes rimmed red and brimming with tears–looking so wronged, stubborn, and pitiful, like a fragile little flower. Staring at Sophia, she choked out, “You know perfectly well he’s not a liar.”

Sophia arched an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on her lips. She turned to Heather. “Look, she’s having another one of her delusional episodes.”