Chapter 63 
Sophia’s mind reeled. How could she have wanted to kill Ada? Clenching her fists, the urge to lash out at the child in Ada’s womb felt allen. When did she become so vicious? Before she could voice her confusion, Ada threw herself into Jason’s arms, sobbing “Jason, Sophia tried to kill me! Not only did she threaten my baby, but she tried to strangle mel” 
Jason’s brow furrowed, fury simmering in his eyes as he glared at Sophia. His chest heaved, betraying the murderous intent he’d sensed earlier. “Murder in broad daylight? Have you lost your damn mind?” 
Sophia stared at her hands in a daze. Could hate truly twist her like this? If she’d had a knife, would Ada be dead? “No, that’s not…” she mumbled. 
Ada, leaning into Jason for support, smirked. The scent concocted by that perfumer was incredibly potent. It could manipulate the mind, causing people to lose their senses. Thankfully, Jason arrived in the nick of time. “Jason, thank goodness you’re here if not for you, both the baby and I…” 
Ignoring her, Jason glared icily at Sophia. Was he angrier at her murderous intent or her recklessness that could have ended in double 
homicide? 
Ada, noticing Jason’s sole focus on Sophia, clenched her fists. It was clear. He’d pushed here after hearing Sophia returned. Though she hadn’t explicitly arranged his witness, here he was. “Jason…” 
“Sophia, why resort to violence?” Jason interrupted, his voice sharp. 

A cough wracked Sophia, a crimson stain blooming on her lips. Despite acupuncture treatments to manage her hemoptysis, encountering the Taylors or Wilsons triggered her condition. Maybe a past life burdened her, denying happiness in this one. Eight years ago, Jason had ignited a spark of joy in her life, followed by years of bitterness. Four years of marriage had brought fleeting moments of love overshadowed by pain. Now, nearing the end, a sliver of hope was snuffed out, plunging her back into despair. 
Once a skeptic, she now believed in karma. Past actions had consequences. “Jason,” she pleaded, voice weak as snowflakes, “we’re married. Please don’t punish my father.” 
The sight of blood trickled from Sophia’s lips jolted Jason. He instinctively wanted to reach for her, but Ada clung to him tightly. “My stomach hurts, Jason,” she whimpered, clutching his coat, her face contorted in pain. “Probably from that punch Sophia threw.” 
Jason closed his eyes, ignoring the blood. ‘She’s good,‘ he thought. ‘Probably bit her tongue for sympathy. He scooped Ada into his arms and turned toward the parking lot. “Corey broke the law. Jail time is inevitable.” His voice was devoid of emotion. 
Desperation clawing at her, Sophia lunged for his thigh, her voice thick with emotion as she rasped. “I’ll take his place! Send me to prison! Anything you want, just spare him!” 
Jason stopped. The anger he’d suppressed reignited. He looked down at her, his eyes hard. “Take his place? You overestimate yourself, Sophia. Your life isn’t worth that much. Let go,” 
Despite his usual cruelty, his words struck a raw nerve. Pain flooded her. Biting her lip, she rasped, “What do I have to do to make you stop hurting him?” 
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