The jeers and Mrs. Miller’s scolding face sent my head spinning, ears ringing.
Ryan rushed in, yanking out the wires to black out the screen.
But it was too late—the damage was done.
He tried to comfort me, but a pitiful sob cut through the air:
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin everything…”
Sophia stood trembling, clutching her sleeves.
And in an instant, Ryan’s blame turned to comfort.
“I know you didn’t mean to. You’re not that kind of person. Don’t cry, please?”
His voice brimmed with helpless tenderness.
Mrs. Miller quickly joined in:
“Sophia, you’re such a good girl. Even if this wasn’t an accident, I wouldn’t blame you.”
She sighed.
“I’ve always liked you. If I hadn’t become paralyzed, you and Ryan would have been together long ago. That other woman would never have had a place.”
Her words were clear as day—
She was calling me the mistress who stole someone else’s man!
