When Love and Hatred Had Gone

"Jane, are you crazy?!"

Before I could explain, Sophia started crying first. "Brother, I just want to take care of her health, but she slandered me as a vixen who seduced you. She said I have ruined your family and wanted to destroy my face. I'm allergic to alcohol. How could she do it to me? Am I going to be disfigured?"

George quickly comforted her, "I’m here, Sophia. I promise, it won't happen." Instead, he looked at me gloomily, "Jane, I spend money to buy things for my sister. What's wrong with you? What qualifications do you have to be angry with Sophia? It's not your turn to make the decision in my Wimsley Family!"

"Sophia is generous. Not only does she not mind you becoming like her, she also cares about you, but you want to destroy her face. Sure enough, even if you take plastic surgery to be beautiful, you can't change your vicious heart. No wonder you were disfigured and humiliated. You even killed your baby. That's all your retribution!"

I listened to his incredible remarks in shock, as if I met this person for the first time. "You said my only retribution is killing my baby, huh? Then, what about you?! Do you think I really want this face?!"

I came closer to him in full of madness as I said, "George, do you dare to tell me why I was kidnapped and where my baby's body went? Why did you make me look like Sophia?!"

George frowned and answered, "Of course because you are unlucky to be kidnapped. I have explained to you eight hundred times. I don't know where your baby was. It may be eaten by wild dogs. Why are you so persistent? If you didn't always praise Sophia for her beauty, then I would not think that you wanted to be as beautiful as her. I fulfilled your wish. Am I wrong?"

George didn’t want to lose and said, "Now, don't be so naïve. You have to apologize to Sophia."

My heart was completely cold in an instant. I knew I couldn't wait for the truth, but it still hurt. I picked up the broken pieces of the wine bottle and scratched them along the left corner of my forehead to the right side of my jaw. My blood gushed out instantly and dripped onto the ground.

"Jane, what the hell are you doing?!" George's face widened suddenly.

I threw away the fragments and looked at him calmly, "You’re right. A vicious person like me is not worthy of using the same face as Sophia Blake. This is my sincerity. Are you satisfied?" After saying that, I turned and left.

Looking at the blood on the ground and my back, George wanted to rush over. However, Sophia grabbed him and said coquettishly, "Brother, my face is so itchy and painful. Take me to the hospital quickly. If the paparazzi catch me like this, my enemies will laugh at me."

George gritted his teeth and didn't catch me up after all.

When I got home, George called me, "Jane, how is your face? Has the bleeding stopped? Don't worry, Sophia is fine. I'm sorry, I was too much today. But Sophia is a public figure. You made her face allergic. Her fans will not let it go. The online violence is so severe recently. After all, I am her brother and her husband is not here. I must take care of her."

Was it her fans who wouldn't let it go, or you?

I calmly said, "Well, I understand. I'm fine. You should stay with her."

"I know I can rely on you, Jane. When I get home from work, I'll help you fix your face. Don't be so impulsive next time, dear."

Would it be the same as Sophia's? I didn’t need it.

That night, George did not come back. However, one piece of news became a hot topic.

[In order to help his beloved sister maintain her beauty, the President of Wimsley Group called a helicopter to fly to the Carteenz Mountain in the northwest overnight. Ignoring the towering and steep snow mountain, he climbed to the top alone and picked snow lotus just to cure the mild allergy on his sister's face.]

I hastily treated the hideous wound on my face and gave the servant a long vacation. I packed all my things and donated them.

The next day, George still did not come back. In order to compensate Sophia, he took her to Saloma for shopping. No matter what it was, as long as Sophia took a second look, he bought everything. Sophia showed off in a circle of friends that only I could see.

I couldn’t help to curse her in my head as I remembered it. "Fakes are always fakes. No matter how similar they are, they are worthless."

On the third day, George sent a message, "Jane, I'm done with my work and on my way to the beauty clinic. I'll ask my assistant to pick you up later. Let's make you the most beautiful today. I have prepared a gift for you."

In the live broadcast on the mobile phone, Sophia was attending a fan meeting. That day was her 5th anniversary of her debut. George spent 1 billion to take a photo of a hair crown worn by a certain generation of European queens and put it on her head. He kissed Sophia's forehead and said affectionately, "I dedicated to you, my queen."

Meanwhile, I didn't reply to him and turned off my phone. I put the signed divorce agreement and the printed chat records into a file bag. I left them at the guard and asked him to pass them on. After doing all this, I picked up my gift and went straight to the airport.

At the fan meeting, George didn't get for my reply and he was a little flustered. He was about to call me, but his assistant ran in holding a file bag. His assistant said anxiously, "Mr. Wimsley, it's bad. Your wife is not at home and she only left this with the guard."