Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Everyone Worries About Joanna Sherman; No One Cares About Sophia Shaw’s Life or Death

"She had the baby," Vincent Grant said.

For once, there was a hint of gentleness in his gaze as he looked at Sophia Shaw. "The baby is over three months old. We came in a hurry today, so we didn’t bring him."

"We’ll bring him for you to see in a few days."

A look of joy finally appeared on Skye Sutton’s face. "That’s wonderful!"

After sending Vincent Grant away, Skye Sutton came over to take Sophia Shaw’s hand. "See? I told you. Only a child can hold on to a man’s heart."

"Look, now that you’ve had your second child, Vincent is treating you so much better."

Sophia Shaw quietly watched Skye Sutton.

Skye Sutton had always known about Joanna Sherman’s existence.

Back then, Vincent Grant would have rather let his company fail to go public than marry her. It was Skye Sutton who forced him into it, using her illness as leverage.

Skye Sutton had spent half her life tormented by her husband’s unforgettable first love. So when she saw her own son acting so recklessly for Joanna Sherman, her disgust for Joanna reached its peak.

Vincent Grant was forced to marry Sophia but didn’t love her, and in her, Skye Sutton seemed to see a reflection of herself.

That’s why she constantly gave Sophia ideas, teaching her how to keep Vincent Grant.

Sophia Shaw was indeed desperately in love with Vincent Grant, so she memorized all of his likes and dislikes that Skye Sutton told her about, doing everything in her power to be good to him.

When Joanna Sherman suddenly returned, Sophia was indeed thrown into a panic, but she still rejected Skye Sutton’s suggestion to have a second child to keep Vincent Grant.

But that night, after Vincent Grant drank a glass of water she gave him, everything suddenly went wrong.

The substance in the water had been provided by Skye Sutton, who claimed it was just ginseng.

Sophia Shaw watched Skye Sutton silently, not knowing whether she should thank her or hate her.

Skye Sutton had used this method to give her Bun, but it only made Vincent Grant hate her more, causing Bun to lose his father from the moment he was born.

Skye Sutton’s eyes, blazing like a setting sun, flickered with fervor. "This was the same trick I used on Vincent’s father. He didn’t dare refuse to have children with me. I’d self-harm, threaten to jump off a building!"

"See? In the end, I was the one who won!"

Using this tactic, Skye Sutton had five children, completely severing any possibility of Mr. Grant getting back with his old flame.

But it was also because of the constant self-harm and childbirths that her body had deteriorated to its current state.

Not yet fifty years old, her life was already nearing its end.

’Did she really win?’

Sophia Shaw gave a bitter smile.

Skye Sutton’s icy hand gripped her wrist tightly. "Sophia, don’t worry, I’ll help you!"

"I’ve already told Vincent Grant—unless I die, you two are absolutely forbidden from divorcing!"

So that was it.

Sophia Shaw had always wondered why Vincent Grant, despite protecting Joanna Sherman to such an extent, still hadn’t gone through with the divorce proceedings. It turned out the root of the problem was Skye Sutton.

Skye Sutton always used death as her trump card, and both Vincent Grant and Mr. Grant were helpless against her.

Sophia Shaw sighed silently.

She really didn’t want to be legally bound to Vincent Grant any longer.

When it was time to leave, Sophia Shaw and Vincent Grant left together, continuing to play the part of a loving couple.

Downstairs, Grandma insisted that Vincent Grant drive her home.

Vincent Grant didn’t refuse.

Sophia Shaw really didn’t want to be with him any longer.

Especially his car. Who knew how many times Joanna Sherman had sat in it? She found it disgusting.

But not wanting to disappoint Grandma’s kind intentions, she could only suppress her revulsion and get in the car.

Once the car had driven away from the Grant family estate, Sophia Shaw cleared her throat. "Vincent Grant, we need to talk about us."

’She couldn’t drag out the divorce any longer.’

Vincent Grant turned to look at her, gesturing for her to speak.

"I’ve already made things clear with Grandpa. Don’t worry, he won’t stand in our way anymore."

"As for your mother, we can file the papers first. I can cooperate with you in hiding it from her."

Vincent Grant frowned slightly. "What papers?"

"Divorce—"

Before she could finish the word, Vincent Grant’s phone rang.

He answered it at lightning speed.

The only person who could make him answer a call that urgently was Joanna Sherman.

The person on the other end said only a few words, but he immediately yelled into the phone, "I’ll be right over!" and slammed his foot on the accelerator.

It was as if he’d completely forgotten Sophia Shaw was still in the car.

The car was going too fast.

Sophia Shaw gripped the grab handle above her head, watching the scenery flash by outside the window!

She wanted to find a place to get out, but the roadside was desolate, making it difficult to call for a ride.

Sophia Shaw could only wait patiently.

But the road only grew more desolate.

The car finally stopped on a mountaintop.

Through the car door, she could see Justin Hughes helping Joanna Sherman up from the hillside.

The moment they reached the top, Joanna Sherman collapsed to the ground.

Vincent Grant leaped out of the car and rushed to her side.

They were too far away for Sophia to see clearly, but she saw Vincent Grant kneel and take hold of Joanna’s leg.

A moment later, he lifted her into his arms and strode toward the car.

The door on Sophia Shaw’s side was suddenly yanked open. Justin Hughes forcefully dragged her out of the car. "Are you blind? An injured person is coming, don’t you know to make way?"

The sudden pull made Sophia Shaw stumble.

Justin Hughes quickly adjusted the seat, helping Vincent Grant place Joanna inside.

Joanna Sherman’s arms were wrapped around Vincent Grant’s neck. As he bent down to set her in the seat, Sophia could see her bury her head in his neck with a look of dependence.

Blood was seeping from her leg, but it was hard to tell how serious the injury was.

The expressions on Vincent Grant’s and Justin Hughes’s faces were exceptionally grim.

With Vincent Grant and Joanna Sherman occupying the back seat, Sophia Shaw had no choice but to reach for the passenger side door.

Before she could even touch it, the car shot forward with a WHOOSH.

She only had time to hear Vincent Grant’s shout: "Faster!"

The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror several times but ultimately said nothing and floored the accelerator.

Sophia Shaw watched as Vincent Grant, in the back seat, kept his head down, tending to Joanna Sherman, never once looking up at her, still standing outside the car.

Another WHOOSH.

Justin Hughes had also driven off in pursuit.

And just like that, she was left behind.

What was worse, her phone was still in the car!

Aside from an abandoned hang glider at the bottom of the slope, nothing was left at the scene.

The mountain wind was cold, chilling her to the bone.

Walking out of a wilderness like this... who knew how long it would take.

But Sophia Shaw had no choice.

With no way to contact the outside world, staying here meant she could very well freeze to death, or even run into wild boars.

Over and over, she fantasized that Vincent Grant might think of her, that he might come back for her.

He didn’t.

To make matters worse, a typhoon was rolling in.

The swirling typhoon seemed intent on tearing the earth apart, repeatedly flinging heavy objects into the air and slamming them down around her.

It smashed one horrifying crater after another into the ground.

Sophia Shaw was tossed about by the wind, and when she fell, she couldn’t get back up, no matter how hard she tried to crawl.

The typhoon warning had been issued long ago, yet Vincent Grant had still abandoned her here without a second thought.

’His heart... it was so hard.’

The gale-force winds and torrential rain blotted out the sky, completely overwhelming her...

「In the hospital.」

"Auntie Joanna, it must hurt a lot, right?"

Cedric Grant sat by Joanna Sherman’s hospital bed, his brows furrowed tightly as he looked at the gauze wrapped around her foot.

His heart ached for her.

’If only he could, he really wanted to take on this pain in Auntie Joanna’s place.’

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do.

Cedric Grant felt utterly defeated.

In the distance, Vincent Grant was talking with Justin Hughes.

Cedric Grant paid them no mind, his attention focused solely on Joanna Sherman.

He suddenly remembered June Evans mentioning some kind of soup that could speed up recovery.

Cedric Grant had an excellent memory and had long since memorized June Evans’s number. He stepped aside and borrowed a nurse’s phone to call her.

"Grand-aunt June, you mentioned a soup that helps wounds heal faster last time. Could you tell me about it?"

Hearing his question, June Evans asked anxiously, "Are you the one who’s hurt?"

Cedric Grant didn’t want to say it was Joanna Sherman, so he just said vaguely, "A very important friend."

Hearing him say it was a friend, June Evans assumed it was a schoolmate and asked, "Is your mother with you?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Oh, good." June Evans heaved a sigh of relief. "I couldn’t get through to her phone. It would be dangerous if she were somewhere alone."

Cedric Grant was in no mood to listen to what June Evans was saying; he was busy looking for a pen and paper to write down the recipe she was about to give him.

After hanging up, June Evans called Levin Sawyer. "Faye and Cedric are together. He said a friend was injured, and the two of them went to the hospital to visit."

Levin Sawyer had been trying to call Sophia Shaw, but when he couldn’t get through, he called June Evans instead.

June Evans had been just about to contact Cedric Grant, but unexpectedly, he called her first.