Reborn to Burn Them All novel Chapter 120

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Chapter 120

Chapter 120

The moment Heather finished speaking, Sophia expertly pulled a telescopic baton from her bag and handed it over. Heather snatched the baton a immediately swung at Jonathan.

Jonathan had acted in a moment of rage. The instant he struck her, regret washed over him. Making such a scene in public was utterly humiliating, but before he could even apologize, Heather was already swinging at him.

Sophia stood by, clapping and cheering Heather on. “Way to go, Heather! If he dares to hit you, you hit back! There’s no such thing as just once with domestic violence. Make him fear you, and he’ll never dare lay a hand on you again..

“Go on,

beat him! I’ve got your back–don’t worry, you did nothing wrong. Even if we showed up at the wrong time, he still had no right to hit you. That’s on him.” Sophia was more than excited.

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Jonathan dodged, his face flushed with embarrassment and shame. He snapped, “Heather, are you done making a scene? Can’t we talk about this at home?”

Before Heather could respond, Sophia cut in sharply, “What was so urgent that you couldn’t just settle this at home? Why did you have to hit her? Don’t expect special treatment just because you’re older. Heather, my heart aches for you.

“So he can slap you in front of everyone, but you can’t hit back? Typical. That’s men for you–always with the double standards,” Sophia scoffed.

Jonathan gritted his teeth against the pain, grabbing the telescopic baton as Heather swung at him. Through clenched jaws, he growled, “Let’s go home.”

Heather had been struggling, but suddenly realized the café was packed inside and out with onlookers–some even filming on their phones. Embarrassed, her grip slackened, and the telescopic baton clattered to the floor.

Sophia bent down, picked up the baton, and slipped it back into her bag. With a casual shrug, she said, “Alright, the show’s over. Let’s get out of here.”

Jonathan and Heather finally cooled down, but their expressions turned even darker than before.

Sophia walked ahead, eyeing the crowd of onlookers with a raised brow. She said dismissively, “Show’s over, folks. Move along.”

Heather, Jonathan, and the onlookers were left speechless.

After getting in the car, Sophia settled into the front passenger seat. Through the rearview mirror, she glanced at Jonathan and Heather, a mocking smirk curling on her lips. She closed her eyes till the car pulled up at the Chandler residence.

After getting out of the car, Jonathan and Heather marched ahead with stormy expressions, stubbornly silent, while Sophia ambled behind them at a leisurely pace.

“Sophia!” From a distance, Sophia spotted Dorian standing at her front gate, grinning from ear to ear and waving excitedly at her.

Dorian dashed over, his usually pale face now flushed, eyes shining. “Sophia, you were at a café, weren’t you?”

Sophia raised a brow, recalling the crowd with their phones out. “So it’s trending,” she said flatly.

Dorian beamed, “It’s going viral! I just saw it while scrolling through the social media–the views are skyrocketing.

“Sophia, your face is trending material. Everyone recognizes you, and now they’ve even dug up stuff about Jonathan. Look, here’s the video!” Dorian grinned, unlocking his phone to show a clip of Heather hitting Jonathan with a telescopic baton.

The crucial part was how long the video ran–it/captured everything from the moment Sophia handed Heather the telescopic baton, recor

word she’d said.

every

Sophia’s face remained blank.

Dorian tapped open the comments section, grinning. “Sophia, look–everyone in the comments agrees with you!”

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Chapter 120

While most people agreed with Sophia, a vocal minority was bashing her. Neither praise nor criticism stirred any emotion in her but are

that there were memes of her in the comments section.

All her lines from the video were turned into memes.

Dorian realized this could spell trouble the moment he saw the memes. He quietly tucked his phone away and started sneaking glances at Sophiato gauge her reaction.

Sophia’s face remained expressionless, not even a flicker in her eyes. She lifted her gaze to meet his and said, “What, planning to use my memes?

Dorian froze for a second before pressing his lips together and shaking his head.

Sophia shrugged indifferently. “Use them if you want. I’m heading in.” With that, she walked through the gate.

Dorian silently watched as she entered, then quickly saved all those memes. With a grin, he thought, ‘Sophia’s memes are such a rare fird–you don’t come across them every day.‘

As soon as Sophia entered the house, a servant quickly sliced up half a seedless watermelon for her, set a spoon on top, brought out some chilled desserts, and then slipped away.

Jonathan and Heather were nowhere to be seen–probably upstairs discussing things in private.

Sophia sprawled on the couch, flipped on the TV, and dug into half a watermelon with a spoon. Her eyes were glued to the screen as she mechanically ate, but her mind was clearly miles away.