Reborn to Burn Them All novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

After sending the message, Sophia tucked away her phone, took the watermelon back from the maid, and kept eating. Holding half a watermelon plopped down across from Heather and said, “Heather, Jonathan’s not here. Want some watermelon?”

Heather stared at the blood red watermelon juice, her mind involuntarily flashing back to the disturbing contents of that delivery. Het face contorted in revulsion as a wave of nausea washed over her.

Sophia gasped theatrically, “Heather, don’t tell me you’re pregnant?”

Heather instantly fell silent.

Sophia set down the watermelon and whipped out her phone. “Oh my god! Does this mean I’m gonna be a big sister? I gotta tell Jonathan this wonderful news right away!”

Heather’s face twisted with sorrow and pent–up rage, her complexion turning ashen. “I’m not pregnant,” she snapped. “I just feel a little nauseous.

Sophia chirped cheerfully, “Morning sickness? That’s the first sign you’re expecting–what wonderful news!”

Sophia’s fingers flew across her phone screen. Seeing sh

about to send a message, Heather snapped, “I told you, I’m not pregnant! Are you deaf?”

Just as Sophia sent the message, she looked up at Heather with a sly grin. “Heather, if you’re pregnant, why hide it from Jonathan? Or… don’t tell me the baby’s actually the neighbor’s and not Jonathan’s?”

Heather was so furious she could spit blood. When her eyes fell on the watermelon in front of her again, a wave of nausea hit her and she couldn’t suppress a retch.

Sophia looked at her with mock surprise and teased, “No way, no

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Heather finally snapped, clutching her head and screaming at the S

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top of her lungs, “Stop talking! Shut up!” Her voice broke with rage at the end.

Sophia kept a straight face, but her eyes brimmed with malice. “Tsk, another one’s lost it,” she sneered, then got up and headed upstairs.

Heather lost it again, smashing things in a fit of rage. Listening to delighted.

the

screams

and crashes coming from downstairs, Sophia couldn’t help but feel utterly

As Sophia opened the door, a round metal ball rolled to her feet. She casually scooped it up and tossed it into the corner, where it sat motionless like an unremarkable decoration.

Sophia turned on her computer, anonymously typed up an incriminating report against Zachary, and promptly submitted it to the hospital’s disciplinary committee.

Yvette went to the hospital hoping to gain favor with Zachary, but thanks to Sophia, even his assistant was giving her the cold shoulder. The assistant said curtly, “Ms. Chandler, Dr. Dawson is very busy. Please register at the front desk and wait your turn.”

Yvette wore a white dress, her long hair draped over her shoulders and her makeup artfully understated to enhance her fragile innocence. She looked utterly delicate and pitiful, the very image of a vulnerable girl.

With a voice as soft as a whisper, she said, “I’m sorry, I… I’m here to apologize. My sister, she didn’t mean to target Dr. Dawson. She’s just been ti some trauma and started acting out. I’m truly sorry.”

Yvette had mastered the art of playing the fragile damsel to perfection. Her convincing act radiated an angelic glow that naturally lowered people’s guard and invited goodwill.

The assistant was a bit annoyed at first, but seeing her like this, he just couldn’t bring himself to say anything harsh. He sighed, his tone softening, “Dr. Dawson is busy right now. Maybe you could come back another day.”

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Yvette smiled sweetly, “That’s perfectly fine, I’ll just wait here patiently.

The assistant opened his mouth as if to say something, but just sighed and muttered, “Suit yourself.” With that, he turned away and got back to wor leaving Yvette alone.

Yvette sat quietly outside, her gaze slightly lowered. Frail and slender, she looked utterly alone and vulnerable.

The assistant frowned slightly, but still poured her a glass of water.

Wette

gave him a gentle smile. “Thank you,” she murmured.

The assistant’s heart gave an unexpected flutter. Touching his suddenly war

ears, he hurried away.

Yvette’s eyes flashed with confidence, but she quickly pouted. Sophia realized her potential even earlier and already took the lead with Yandel, Evander and Dorian. Kevin and Howard were useless. She had to win over Zachary.

Thinking about Jerome and those other simps, Yvette felt annoyed. If she weren’t desperate, she wouldn’t even give these losers the time of day. She sat there motionless for over an hour until the door to Zachary’s office opened.

As a patient walked out, Yvette hurried over. “Dr. Dawson…” she called softly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation and her cheeks flushed with shyness, hesitating as if she had something to say but couldn’t bring herself to speak.

Zachary’s gaze flickered slightly. He asked gently, “Ms. Chandler, is there something I can help you with?”

“Dr. Dawson,” Yvette’s face turned even redder, her voice soft and hesitant. “I came to apologize. About Sophia, she…”

Zachary glanced at his wristwatch and said gently, “Come inside first, and then we’ll talk.”

With a demure smile playing on her lips, Yvette nodded coyly and stepped into his office.

Sophia was busy scheming while making money. She picked a few more stocks and invested in them. After all, the fastest way to get rich was to let money make money.

Sophia had been holed up in her room all day, completely absorbed in her work. By the time she finally looked up, night had already fallen, and that was when she noticed a new message on her phone.

Maelis sent Sophia a video of the kitten at the animal hospital. The kitten was severely injured–its limbs, head, and even internal organs had all suffered to varying degrees. Yet, incredibly, it clung to life and survived.

“Sophia, this kitten is so resilient. The vet said it had little chance of survival with injuries this severe, but somehow it pulled through. It’s honestly a miracle.”

The tiny kitten let out a soft, delicate mew while Maelis was speaking. That sweet sound could melt anyone’s heart.

Sophia stared at the three–minute video, playing it on repeat. The kitten was so fragile, just barely holding on, and every tiny mew it made felt like a cry for help.

Sophia replied with a frosty tone, [Not into pets. Stop sending me these.]