Chapter 3 GETTING BACK TO LIFE

CHAPTER 3

Sophia's POV

GETTING BACK TO LIVE

I felt a shard in my guts.

Where do I start from? I felt like going back into the mansion and devouring those two heartless idiots and take my son away, but I remembered that I was powerless.

After all, Jaydon is the only heir to the Williams family, and I'm sure that Frank would take good care of him because he's his blood. If at all I'll love to take revenge on those two; it should be carefully planned and well executed.

"Ma'am, where exactly are we heading to? You've not mentioned any address," the chauffeur asked, jolting me out of my thoughts.

"Just continue to move straight," I said before it finally dawn on me that I had no destination in mind.

"Ma'am, is everything okay? You've been shedding tears since you got into the car," the chauffeur observed, but I shut him up with an angry glare.

"Drop me here," I said when we approached one large building, which happened to be a hotel.

I nearly screamed when the receptionist mentioned the price of a night to me, which cost almost 50,000 dollars.

"Well, you have no other option, Sophia," I said to myself and staggered a few steps before I slumped on the big hotel bed. I tried to get some sleep, but the moment I closed my eyes, all the memories of my wasted two years with Frank flipped my head.

Tears of regret welled down my eyes. All this wouldn't have happened if I had listened to Christine, who never liked Frank even for a second since the day I introduced him as my boyfriend, and I began to feel guilty over my mother's death.

Just when I tried to welcome some sleep in the morning, my phone beeped with a message.

"Hope you had a great night, ma'am. Please, are you checking out, or would you love to extend your reservation?" It was a mail from the hotel.

"What!" My eyes widened when I saw that my account balance was below $20,000.

Immediately, I dashed out to the nearest bank to get some cash from our joint account.

"B–ut the account doesn't have up to this amount , Ms. Sophia," The bank teller told me. I remained quiet for a while, trying to process and understand her statement.

"Wait, what the hell is going on! Because this can't be happening!" I screamed when I saw that the balance left was just $9.99 instead of the millions of dollars that I know had been deposited into the account. My breath almost ceased.

Immediately, I took out my phone and called the only person that could have an explanation for this.

"Why are you calling me, Sophia? Did you forget.." Frank began to respond with a cold voice, but I shut him up immediately.

"What happened to the joint account, Frank?" I asked.

"Scoff." Frank scoffed before he finally spoke.

"I knew it! I know that you'll definitely go for that account; that's why I emptied it. Besides, why are you asking, Sophia? Were the funds not meant for Jaydon? So what do you expect me to feed Jaydon with, if I had left the money for you to access?" He said it coldly and hissed before ending the call. Not even waiting for a second to hear what next I'll say.

Hearing these words, my feet became rooted to the spot. My head spins, and I felt a sharp pain strike my heart like a lightning thunderstorm.

When I finally managed to lift up my leg, I returned to the hotel immediately and checked out before the clock would click past 12:00 noon.

"Where would I even go, from here?" I asked myself a question that I couldn't find the answer to it.

"Boom!" I heaved a heavy sigh of relief when I remembered one person, Mr. Mac Hutton!

Never! I can never allow myself to die in suffering while I still have a father who, with just one call, can order the arrest of every soul in New York City.

"Dad, please pick up!" I murmured as I dialed his number, but unfortunately, it was switched off. No matter the differences we had in the past, I have to let us settle because he's my only hope in this kind of situation.

As we drove towards the Hutton's mansion, my heart was deeply in connection to God as I prayed earnestly for the man to be home, hoping that he hadn't relocated to another of his numerous apartments.

About two decades ago, my dad got divorced from my mom when I was barely seven. Since then, my mother did everything in her power to keep me away from my dad based on reasons best known to her.

What she didn't know until her death was that my father and I reunited when I turned eighteen, and since then, we have been seeing each other occasionally behind her back.

The ride to the Hutton's mansion took only thirty minutes.

A wave of relief washed over me when I saw his car in the parking lot.

Gently like a snail, I approached the entrance door, but before I turned the door knob with my hands, the door creaked open from inside. My father was already dressed and about to step out.

"Sophia!" He exclaimed in shock, and before I knew it, his warm hands were wrapped around me already, while I was crying uncontrollably like a baby.

"Call Mr. Williams and reschedule the appointment for another date. I have to attend to something more important," my dad instructed his assistant, who was already waiting for him in the car.

The assistant 's brows furrowed in confusion. I'm sure he was wondering about my level of connection with his boss that could get him to take a drastic change in decision in the nick of time.

"Get her things to the room upstairs." He ordered one of the maids even before hearing anything from me.

"Alright, whatever might have brought you here, I know it hurts; that's why I allowed you to cry your heart out. So, tell me, what is the problem?" He asked after leading me to his personal living room upstairs.

"It's my husband, Frank. He gave me a divorce and confiscated my son. To top it all, I just discovered that he was the reason behind my mother's sudden death." I continued to sob as I explained.

"What!" He screamed and jolted up from the chair.

"You mean that bastard did all that to you? Did he even know whose daughter he's dealing with? I swear, I'll deal with him so much that he'll live the rest of his life regretting why he even crossed paths with you in the first place!" My dad ranted as he took out his phone from his pocket to place a call.

"I'm calling for his arrest, now! Just tell me how you'll want me to deal with him, and consider it done!"

"Dad, please, don't do that," I said with a pleading voice, and thank God, the old man heeded to my plea.

"Why are you stopping me, Sophia? Are you trying to tell me that you still love that man? He asked, shotting an angry glare at me.

"No, Dad. But this is my fight, so please let me deal with him the way I want to. Just do me one favor, Dad; promise me your support in everything I do." I requested calmly.

"Sure, you have my full support. In fact, from now on, I will make you the Ceo of Hutton's group. Just tell me if you need my help with anything." My dad said as he embraced me warmly into his arm, until the dinge on my phone interrupted.

When I checked the caller ID, I quickly picked up the call without hesitation. "Hello, Ben. Any news?" I asked.

"Yes, ma'am. Everything has been done just as you wanted. Right now, Claire is in custody. They found those drugs in her bag at the airport." The person on the other end of the phone reported.

Immediately, my gloomy face was washed with a smile.

"Good. Now, make sure you post it on the major blogs on social media with immediate effect." I told him.

"Sure, ma'am." He answered before I ended the call.

"What was the call for, Sophia? My dad asked with an inquisitive look.

"It's nothing, Dad. It's just a way to stop Frank and Claire from leaving the country before I'll strike properly with my revenge.