Chapter 329 Psychological Issues
Carl’s thin lips moved, but he was unable to form the words even though it was exactly what he meant.
Sonia held the chair and sat down. “It was Toby who told me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known about it. I always thought that it was purely platonic between us and I didn’t expect you to actually…”
Although she did not finish her sentence, the meaning was obvious. Upon hearing this, he looked unhappy. So, it was Toby who told her, but it’s for the best if he’s the one who spilled the beans anyway. Now that she was aware of his true intentions, he wouldn’t have to trouble himself and think on how to confess to her without scaring her off.
“Toby is right. It’s true that my feelings for you aren’t platonic but romantic instead. It’s also true that I poisoned you because I couldn’t accept you carrying another man’s child. However—” Carl looked at her and continued, “What I just said about not wanting you to be subjected to the ridicule of the outside world is also true, Sonia. I know I shouldn’t have poisoned you, but I also didn’t mean to hurt you. That medicine will only cause harm to the child in your belly, and not to you.”
“Do you really think that you didn’t hurt me?” Sonia smiled slightly. “No, you have. You actually broke my heart.”
Then, she pointed to her heart. “You poisoned me. To me, not only did you snatch the child in my belly, it was a form of betrayal. Did you know that apart from Grandpa, the people whom I trust the most are you and Charles? Look at what happened—you poisoned me! If I do something in the future that you can’t accept, are you going to do this to me again?”
He froze and he didn’t say anything.
Upon seeing this, she felt disappointed because it looked like history would indeed repeat itself.
Carl also understood that his reaction had frightened Sonia, so he hastily said, “Sonia, I—”
“Okay. Carl, don’t say anything. Why don’t you head out first? I want to be on my own.” She looked away and refused to gaze at him.
When he saw that she was being cold and distant, he panicked with a hint of desperation. However, he soon returned to his senses and recovered his composure. As he lowered his eyes, he responded, “Okay.”
Then, he turned around and walked toward the door with his head down, which made it impossible for anyone to see his facial expression. The door suddenly opened at this moment and he almost collided with the person outside. It was a fortunate thing that the person outside had reacted in time and took a step back.
Carl coldly glanced at the said person before he walked past the man and out the door.
When Tim looked at Carl’s back, he raised his eyebrow while the corners of his mouth curled upward as he entered the ward. “I really didn’t expect that the person who poisoned you turned out to be him,” Tim quoted as he leaned against the wall by the door.
Sonia’s eyelashes trembled. “You heard that?”
“Some of it.” He lifted his chin.
She gave a bitter smile. “Yeah, I really didn’t expect him to poison me.”
Carl poisoning her was the same as him being unable to accept the child in her belly—it was something that she couldn’t accept. Even if the poison hadn’t done much harm to her, his ruthlessness still scared her. She suddenly realized that she really didn’t understand him as a person at all. It was also true that the last time she swung by Jordain County to visit him was ten years ago; at that time, Carl was only 15 or 16 years old, which would be Tyler’s age.
After all, people would grow up and mature—and this included Toby, Carl, and herself. It was simply a natural thing. On top of that, both she and Carl had been apart for ten years, so she had no idea what he endured in that period of time. Therefore, how could she possibly understand Carl at all? She was simply too arrogant to have thought that she knew him well.
While looking at Sonia’s unhappy appearance, Tim pushed his glasses up his nose brudge. “Although I’m a little surprised that Carl poisoned you, I think it was something expected.”
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