Chapter 181

Sophia Sullivan had no memory of that period.

She only remembered David Sullivan telling her to see Alexander Laurent out.

She did as she was told.

And then?

Then her memory cut out.

When she opened her eyes again, it was the next morning.

She was comfortably stretching in her own bed.

Nothing felt out of the ordinary.

Isabella Sullivan pushed the door open.

She handed Sophia a glass of warm water.

"Awake?"

Sophia sat up and took the glass.

She had just taken a sip.

When she heard David's voice.

"See if you dare sneak a drink again! You wouldn't listen to anyone when you were drunk. You were a complete little lunatic."

Drunk?

Lunatic?

Sophia froze mid-sip.

Fragmented memories flashed through her mind.

But she couldn't grasp any of them.

She swallowed hard.

Her tone was cautious.

"Dad, what did I… do yesterday?"

"Hmph! What did you do? You don't remember?"

Sophia shook her head frantically.

She truly didn't remember.

"You were supposed to see Alexander out, but you ended up messing up his hair. He didn't even get angry and even carried you back…"

"Alright," Isabella interrupted, "stop embarrassing her. Someone's face is about to turn as red as a monkey's bottom! Let's go, let her collect herself."

She then shooed David out of the room.

And thoughtfully closed the door behind them.

One second.

Two seconds.

On the third second—

A mortified wail erupted from the bedroom: "Aaaah!"

The humiliation was complete!

David and Isabella exchanged a look.

They couldn't help but laugh.

Isabella said, "Your daughter has the same terrible drinking etiquette as you."

David retorted, "And she's like you, too. Can't hold her liquor but loves to drink anyway."

Isabella glared at him. "Looking for trouble?"

David immediately waved his hands. "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

…

The family of three was happy and harmonious.

Their days were peaceful and joyful.

In contrast, Victoria Roscente had been having a difficult time lately.

Since Deborah Melville and her son caused that scene at the hotel.

And discovered no one could control them.

It was like they had gotten a taste of success.

For several days in a row, they staked out outside the Roscente family's old estate.

They had mastered the art of being shameless troublemakers.

The very sight of this mother-son pair gave Victoria a headache.

That glob of phlegm still made her feel sick.

She heard from security that the two came to stake out every day.

Rain or shine.

They brought their own little stools and dry rations.

They seemed prepared for a long-term occupation.

It had gotten to the point where she was afraid to leave the house!

"Well? Are those two still out there?"

In the living room, Victoria spoke through gritted teeth.

She asked a servant who had just returned from grocery shopping.

The servant looked fearful. "Y-yes, they're still there. When Mrs. Wang and I went out, that man and woman stared at us fiercely. Their eyes were so vicious, it felt like they were about to charge at us and kill us the next second. It terrified us."

Deborah wasn't stupid.

This was a private residence, unlike a hotel where they could force their way in.

Causing trouble could get them charged with trespassing, which wasn't worth it.

So she and Tyson Richter just kept watch.

They arrived on time every day.

And left on time.

They didn't do anything.

Just sat there.

Staring with their unsettling eyes at everyone who passed by.

It caused everyone in the old estate to gossip and feel uneasy.

To avoid this mother and son, Victoria had already been shut in for a week.

She grew more anxious and restless by the day.

She also had to endure the servants' gossip behind her back.

But she thought since so many days had passed.

Those two would have to leave eventually.

So she gritted her teeth and waited them out.

She didn't expect that after almost a week.

The two showed no intention of stopping.

Victoria had had enough!

She thought of the beautiful nine-square grid photos the ladies in her social circle were posting.

While she was trapped at home like a prisoner?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

The angrier she got, the more she wanted to go out!

"Old Omelas—" Victoria called for the driver. "Get ready. I'm going out in twenty minutes."

"Yes, Madam."

Victoria went upstairs to change and put on makeup.

The driver was already waiting and ready.

She bent down and got into the car.

"Let's go."

Before the car could even drive out of the main gate.

They could see the mother and son squatting by the iron gate from a distance.

One on the left, one on the right, like two evil spirits.

"Madam, these two have been squatting at the entrance. What if they rush to block the car?"

The driver said this because a few days ago, when he drove out for maintenance.

These two had stopped him.

They only let him go after seeing no one was in the car with him.

The driver was annoyed too.

These two had no shame and no regard for their safety.

He just wanted to keep his job and get paid every month.

He didn't want to risk his life.

Victoria sneered. "Ignore them. Drive straight out without stopping. I'll take responsibility if anything happens!"

The driver was scared.

But he didn't dare disobey Victoria's order.

As the car drove out, the two of them lunged forward like dogs catching a scent.

They immediately blocked the way.

The driver instinctively wanted to hit the brakes.

But he felt Victoria's piercing gaze from the back seat.

He didn't dare stop.

He could only grit his teeth, step on the accelerator, and charge forward.

Deborah and Tyson weren't new to blocking cars.

Previously, the drivers had always obediently stopped.

Why was this time different…

Deborah's face changed dramatically.

She quickly pulled her son aside to avoid the car.

The next second, the car shot through the spot where they had just been standing.

It was moving extremely fast.

If they hadn't moved out of the way…

"How dare you! Trying to run us over!"

"No doubt that old bitch Victoria is in the car!"

"These so-called wealthy families are all insane maniacs! If you really hit us, you couldn't afford the compensation!"

"Don't think just because you got out today means you can get out tomorrow or the day after! If you don't give us an answer, we'll come every day and make a scene! We'll make sure all the neighbors, everyone above and below, knows about this! If you make our lives difficult, we'll make your entire family lose face!"

Shouts and curses came from behind.

Victoria looked back coldly.

She saw the mother and son jumping up and down in place.

For some reason, her mood lifted considerably.

Tyson asked, "Mom, what do we do now? She's already left. Do we still keep watch?"

They were staking out daily to force Victoria to show herself.

Now that Victoria was gone.

Only servants and security were left in the mansion.

Continuing to watch seemed pointless.

"She left, but that doesn't mean she's not coming back. If you're tired, go home first. I'll stay here and keep watch! Let's see if she has the guts to never come back!"

Deborah's thinking was simple.

She didn't have a job and had plenty of time to waste.

Tyson thought it made sense. "Then I won't go back either. I'll stay here and watch until they give us the money!"

But they waited for two full days.

"Mom, you don't think she's really not coming back, do you?" Tyson was covered in mosquito bites. He scratched here and there, his face and neck covered in red welts.

Deborah pursed her lips. "I don't believe it. This is her home. Where else would she go if not home?"

"But rich people have so many houses. Anywhere can be home…"

Just then, Tyson's phone rang.

He answered impatiently.

But the next second, after hearing what the person on the other end said.

His eyes lit up.

He thanked them profusely and said he'd treat them to a meal later.

After hanging up, he looked at Deborah.

His expression was excited…