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Sophia's hand trembled. She slowly lowered the gun. “You know Jacob only said those things to provoke you because he cares about me.”
“But hitting him was too far.”
“So apologize!”
She gave orders like a queen passing judgement. Compared to three years ago, she was a completely different person.
All her warmth was gone. So was any sense of mutual understanding.
“Apologize?”
“Don't forget—he owes me his life!”
I stared straight at Sophia. “Three years ago, he picked a fight that got you both trapped in an abandoned warehouse. I took eight stab wounds saving you!”
“And he mixed mango juice into my drink knowing I'm allergic. I went into anaphylactic shock.”
My voice was calm, but everyone heard.
They all shot Jacob looks that said, “You ungrateful piece of work.”
Besides those two big incidents, Jacob had made countless smaller mistakes—shattering my laptop, losing my research, leaking client lists while drunk.
Seeing this, Jacob quickly switched tactics. He grabbed the gun from Sophia and pressed it to his own temple.
“Don't blame Ms. Sophia!”
“I'll take responsibility. You want my life? Fine, I'll give it back!”
Sophia's eyes had shown a flicker of guilt, but now she rushed to stop him, scowling at me.
“You're bringing up ancient history? Are you trying to push Jacob to his death? Is that what you want?”
She had really changed.
Those words felt like a physical chill, settling deep in my bones.
Jacob took the performance further. He snatched a fruit knife from the table and stabbed it through his palm.
“Mr. Liam.”
“Let's consider the debt repaid. Now will you sign?”
Blood gushed out instantly.
Sophia's eyes widened. She tore off part of her dress to wrap Jacob's hand, then turned and screamed at me, “Look what you've become!”
“So aggressive, so unreasonable!”
“Why can't you be more considerate like Jacob?”
Her glare was fiercer than ever.
As if she wished I were the one who bleeding on the floor!
But from start to finish, I hadn't forced Jacob to do anything.
She and Jacob were the ones pushing me.
She was the one who had changed.
Yet she blamed me?
Hadn't I considered her enough?
Forget about taking a knife for her.
Just look at our relationship: she said she hated apples, despite them being my favorite fruit since childhood, I never bought one again.
She wanted home-cooked meals? I made whatever she craved.
She forgot her documents? I drove through a storm to deliver them.
And those three years I waited.
A long-distance relationship.
She was always busy, barely calling once a month.
But I never wavered.
How many people could do that? Was that not sincere enough?
"Alright, alright, it's the engagement party. Let's all calm down."
Someone tried to smooth things over.
But Sophia wouldn't drop it. She demanded again, "You've gone too far. Apologize to Jacob now."
"Otherwise, who knows how you'll act in front of me later?"
