"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." I tried to calm my emotions.
Megan shouted, "No sincerity at all. Apologize on your knees." Then she knocked over the coffee on the table.
I dodged the hot coffee but received even more hostile glares.
Sophie's voice was hoarse. "That painting was very important to me. Can it still be repaired?"
I quickly nodded. "Yes, it can."
Sophie said, "Can you take me to see it?"
It was hard to refuse those tearful eyes.
I led her to my studio.
Once the door was closed, she tilted her head.
I explained the restoration process as best as I could, but she softly asked, "I'm curious. How come Jameson's lover lives such a shabby life? Is it because he doesn't like you Otherwise, why wouldn't he even tell you about the wedding and let you be thrown out?"
My voice caught in my throat.
When the door suddenly opened, Sophie's figure slumped to the floor.
I turned to see Jameson's tense face.
Megan gasped in surprise, "What did you say to her? She can't be too emotional."
Jameson strode over and quickly picked up the fallen Sophie.
His eyes were fixed on me, full of reproach.
Megan pointed at me. "Mr. Reed, she must have said something to Sophie. You can't let her off."