Reborn to Burn Them All novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Sophia was filled with confusion and was hit by waves of sharp pain shooting through her head, as if something inside her was about to explode tha excruciating pain nearly overwhelmed her, but then her phone suddenly rang, gradually bringing her back to reality.

Her lace was deathly pale, with a fine sheen of cold sweat beading on her forehead. Her brow furrowed, and she clenched her teeth in agony, the metaler taste of blood filimg her mouth.

A vivid trickle of blood escaped the corner of her lips, its color putting her lipstick to shame.

Sophia gazed at the dagger with a heavy, contemplative look. She couldn’t tell whether everything that had just happened was merely a figment of her imagination or a dream. She closed her eyes and collapsed onto the bed.

Sophia repeated the word “invader” in her mind, and with each repetition, her rage intensified. Fierce malice darkened her eyes and furrowed her brows, radiating a deadly chill that could kill in an instant.

Sophia gripped the dagger so tightly that the veins on her hand bulged. She felt an urge in her heart, as if she wanted to slaughter someone. But as the phone rang again, she slowly forced down the all–consuming urge to destroy everything.

It wasn’t until the phone rang for the third time that Sophia finally picked up. “Hello?” she croaked, her voice hoarse, as if all her strength had been

drained.

Maelis, oblivious to Sophia’s distress, blurted out, “Sophia, I told my parents my brother is seeing someone. Now they’re worried sick. Do you know if there’s anything off about his girlfriend?”

Soon, Megan’s voice came through the phone, saying, “Sophia, I hope I’m not disturbing you. Sorry for calling like this, but I’ve got this terrible feeling. Do you know what might be causing this?”

Maelis snatched the phone and said, “Mom, stop beating around the bush. Let me handle this.” Then, she said to the phone, “Sophia, just tell us what you know. Name your price, money’s not a problem.”

Megan let out a helpless sigh.

Sophia lay on the bed, phone pressed to her ear, her gaze locked on the dagger. She said, “His girlfriend has a deranged stalker overseas, name’s Damien. Follow this lead. Don’t worry, there’s still time.” With that, she hung up.

According to the original plot, on the day Andy and his girlfriend were discussing their engagement, Damien brutally stabbed Andy to death in broad daylight. After the murder, Damien immediately fled back to his homeland.

Although the Snow family was wealthy, Damien’s family was just as powerful. In the end, Andy’s death went unavenged.

Sophia slid the dagger back into its sheath, her gaze unreadable. Just the thought of the word “invader” ignited a violent urge to stab someone. This sudden surge of rage seemed to come from nowhere.

Sophia wondered what was going on. She was certain that in all her previous lives, she had never encountered any “invaders.” Unable to make sense of it, she decided to set the thought aside for now.

After a quick shower, she returned to bed, exhaustion washing over her. Clutching her dagger tightly, she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.

Meanwhile, after getting beaten up, Yvette called Jonathan in tears to complain.

Rubbing his bruised face irritably, Jonathan replied, “Just stop provoking her, will you? If you see her, just avoid her. School starts in a few days. Once you’re both back on campus, how’s she gonna hit you if you don’t even cross paths?”

Yvette choked up. She muttered, “Dad.”

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Jonathan cut her off impatiently, “Enough. I’ve got a meeting to attend. That’s it.” With that, he hung up.

Yvette threw her phone onto the bed and broke down in tears, feeling both wronged and heartbroken. Still unwilling to accept it, she tried calling Sean, but no one picked up. With no other options left, she finally dialed Heather’s number.

At 9 p.m., Yvette wore a mask and cap to conceal the bruises on her face and slipped out of Chandler residence. About half an hour later, she arrived at Heather’s place.

The moment Yvette saw Heather, she couldn’t hold back anymore. She threw herself into her mother’s arms and burst into tears. She called, “Mom:”

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Preoccupied with her thoughts, Heather said dismissively, “Honestly, Sophia’s not that bad. Just don’t provoke her. Just sleep here tonight. You’ll be fine tomorrow.”

Yvette stayed silent, just sobbing quietly. She looked pitiful and wronged on the outside, but inside, she was seething with rage.

She thought, ‘How is this fair? I’m supposed to be the female lead. So why is everyone siding with Sophia?‘ But no matter how much resentment and anger burned inside her, she had no choice but to swallow it all for now.

As Heather led Yvette to the guest room, a young man in his twenties descended the stairs.

The young man greeted Heather warmly, saying, “Mrs. Chandler

Heather asked with a smile, “How’s my mom doing?”

The young man said gently, “Mrs. Chandler, please don’t worry. Your mother is doing quite well. It’s just that the heat lately has caused some digestive discomfort. I’ll prepare some herbal remedies for her.”

Heather said, “Thank you.”

The young man smiled and shook his head, saying it was no trouble. Then he looked at Yvette.

With injuries on her face, Yvette kept her head bowed. Yet the delicate vulnerability radiating from her made her stand out all the more.

Heather smiled and made the introductions. She said, “This is my daughter, Yvette. Yvette, this is Asher, a doctor from Wellness Clinic.”

Asher smiled at Yvette and said warmly, “Hello, Ms. Chandler.”

“Hello, Asher,” Yvette said softly, her voice gentle and delicate.

After a brief exchange of greetings, as it was getting late, Asher left Heather’s place.

Yvette watched Asher walk away, her eyes glinting with curiosity. “He seems so young, Mom,” she remarked softly.

Heather led Yvette to the guest room and explained, “Henry is Asher’s grandfather. He’s been apprenticing under Henry since he was a kid.

“Your grandmother hasn’t had much appetite these past few days, and since Henry is out on a house call, Asher came over to check on her.”

Yvette entered the guest room, deep in thought. She was well aware of Henry.

Henry was renowned for his medical expertise, Among the wealthy elite, he was the trusted physician the elderly turned to for even minor ailments. His connections ran deep in these privileged circles.

Over the next few days, Yvette stayed with Heather at the Darcy residence. Asher would come by every day. Eventually, Yvette let him see her face, and he gently applied ointment to her wounds.

Over time, the two not only became friends, but whenever Asher gently applied ointment to her wounds, a subtle, romantic tension seemed to bubble in