Sophie looked at the number, and found it familiar, as if it had called her several times these days. But
when she picked up the phone, the other side didn't say anything and then hung up the phone.
At first, she did not care, thinking that someone called the wrong number, so it was hung up, but it had
been like this for a week.
Without hesitation, she picked up the phone, held the phone to her ears and whispered, "Hello?"
The other side still did not want to speak or indicate its identity in time, only the faint breathing voice
could be heard.
Sophie listened to the breathing for two seconds, but the other didn't mean to speak. She furrowed her
brows and said, "If you don't say anything, I'll hang up the phone."
"Sophie, it's me," said the man in a slow, gruff voice.
Sophie didn't recognize the other's voice for a moment. She paused for two seconds, thinking hard who
would it be, but she wouldn't think of anyone.
"Sophie, it's Timothy," The men said his name.
"Timothy? It's you?" Sophie was shocked.
"Yes, it's me," said Timothy. "I'm coming out," Timothy exclaimed.
He had been out?
Sophie's head went blank for a moment, and she didn't know what to say.
He... Shouldn't he be detained and waiting for Bright's revenge?
How did he get out of here?
Didn't Bright blame Timothy for kidnapping Rose and nearly killing himself?
Ruthless revenge was Bright style, but Timothy was safely released. What exactly happened?
There were too many questions in her mind.
When Timothy was free, she would have a hard time. How could she still stay with Sky? Sooner or
later, Timothy would find out that she was with Sky. What should she do then?
"Sophie, aren't you happy? Aren't you congratulating me on my safety?" Timothy was happy and
excited.
Sophie gritted her teeth, unable to congratulate him. "It's so good that you are fine. I've been worried
for a long time."
"Don't worry. I'm all right." Timothy comforted her. "Where are you? I wanted to see you. You were the
only person I thought about when I was detained, and I miss my kid too."
Sophie clutched her fingers and the color faded from her face. "I'm doing some examinations."
"Sophie, I'm sorry for not accompanying you." Timothy's voice was full of pity. "I came to pick you up."
"No, I am out of the hospital now," Sophie walked to the curb. "Let's have a lunch together. You've just
come out. Let's celebrate it."
"Great!" Timothy smiled.
Sophie sent him the location of a restaurant and asked him to take a crab there.
The restaurant was remote and it would be safe for them to meet here.
Sophie arrived first, and the waiter ushered her into a reserved box on the third floor of the backyard,
far from the front yard, separated by a pond covered by a wooden bridge, beneath there were golden
water lilies and koi fish.
Parents accompanied children there to enjoy the flowers and fish. The scene was particularly warm,
like everything was good.
Sophie sat in the box, checked the time, and then took some water. After a while, Timothy was led over
by the waiter.
He sat across from Sophie and stared at her.
Sophie was a little uncomfortable, but actually she felt guilty. She picked up the porcelain cup and took
another sip.
"Why are you looking at me that way? Like you don't know me."
"You look good." Timothy picked up the water glass in front of him and threw his head back, "I want to
see you all the time. Sophie, what can I do?"
Sophie, however, was not at all pleased. She couldn't get away from him if he insisted on pestering her.
That was the worst thing for her.
"Look what you want to it." Sophie held up the recipe and put it in front of him. "Just order anything you
like. Have a good meal!"
Timothy took the recipe and glanced at Sophie while flipping through the book. "Sophie, you're so nice
to me."
Sophie answered with a faint smile.
Timothy ordered a few of the specials, which was enough to feed four people.
But Sophie didn't have any problem with it. She just wanted to give Timothy whatever he wanted so
that he could leave her.
"Sophie, have you been thinking about me?" Timothy asked earnestly.
Sophie almost choked by the water. She cleared her throat and asked, "What do you think?"
"I want to hear your answer." Timothy was a good talker.
"Yes, of course I do," Sophie nodded.
"Does the kid miss me?" Timothy asked.
"Ask it if you want to know." Sophie didn't like to answer these questions.
"Of course my kid misses me," Timothy said to himself.
Soon, the waiter served the meal. "Would you like some wine? To celebrate your coming out," asked
Sophie.
"Yes, have some," Timothy agreed.
The waiter sent in some good white wine. Sophie filled the wine for him, and then poured juice for
herself.
"Timothy, I can't drink alcohol so I could only have some juice. Cheers!" Sophie drank half a glass by
herself first.
Timothy was also happy and emptied the wine.
"Timothy, how did you get out? Didn't Bright give you a hard time?" Sophie refilled his glass. "I was
really worried for you, but I had to make that decision for the baby, and I did it for the baby. Do you
blame me, Timothy?"
"Oh, don't say so. How can I blame you? I understand it. I'm a man and I won't be so stingy." Timothy
patted the back of her hand.
Then he said what he had prepared to say, "The fire was an accident, and I have nothing to do with it. I
was smoking outside and the police didn't see me set the fire. I denied it. They didn't have enough
evidence, so they set me free."
Sophie wasn't convinced, but she didn't show it. "It's said that Bright is cruel and heartless, and anyone
who offends him will come to a bad end. Although you are set free because of lack of evidence, I am
afraid he will not be reconciled. After all, he cares so much about Rose. Maybe he wanted to avenge
when you are out..."
"He could do anything, and it's as easy to kill an ant as to kill you. Timothy, I'm worried about you."
Sophie looked worried.
"Then... What should I do?" Timothy was also very cooperative and looked distressed.
"I have a suggestion." Sophie smiled. The fish was hooked.
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