Heaven On You

Part 15

A brook that Sophie hadn't visited in a long time beckoned her back into the woods. Despite the passage of time, Henry's attractive visage remained in recollection. After a week, she had no emotions of hate against Henry, just anger towards him for how he had treated her previously. Throughout his life, with attractiveness, riches, and pleasure to enjoy blessed the guy. Sophie was the victim of one of the gifts that he received and consumed. Sophie is unsure if she will forgive the guy who has appeared out of nowhere in her life. Sophie gave up on what had already occurred in her life.  Maybe Henry will have a transformation and find his path.

They are sobbing uncontrollably and have no idea when it will end. Ah, I'm not sure why I'm praying for Henry. Henry stole my carefully kept crown from under my feet. It should be at this moment that I scream obscenities at him, enraged. But what exactly is the purpose of all this rage? It will amass vengeance in the heart of the victim. I am the one the victim.

Ah, let it be with his world, and may no one else fall prey to his machinations after this. Most significantly, I do not want to see him again. Sophie mumbled to herself in her heart.

Sophie is determined and will get work as soon as possible. If she needs to stay far from her parents, she is willing to do so. Sophie tries to make the most of the approval she has received.

Sophie will not allow herself to be used as a pawn in any way for the second time. Sophie returned home that evening with a single aim in mind: to be successful in her endeavors. She plans to start looking for work the next day and will reach out to her friends who have already found work in the meantime. Sophie isn't interested in snuggling as she waits for the day's first shift to begin.

"Mother, I just got off the phone with a buddy in Johor regarding employment. She advised me to go to the location and try my luck. The hospital where she works is in desperate need of a nurse. As a result, I intend to go there. Is it okay with you, mother?" Mrs. Amy addressed Sophie as such.

Her expression, which had been sad for the previous week, turned optimistic as she glanced at her mother. Mrs. Amy, who was helping with the drying of the garments, was taken aback for a moment. Sophie had hoped to find a new job sooner rather than later, but she had second thoughts. She seemed to be eager to work someplace else other than her hometown at this point.

"Sophie, first and foremost, consult your father. Mother is unable to make a choice "Mrs. Amy stated this while gazing straight into Sophie's eyes. She had a sense that something was going on in her daughter's head.

Sophie immediately averted her attention from Mrs. Amy's direction. She was worried that her mother would figure out what was going on in her head. Sophie didn't want her mother to ask any more questions because she was worried she wouldn't be able to keep the secret she had hidden in her heart.

Sophie made her way up to the home in a rushed manner. To avoid her mother's stare, she had to leave. The girl was well aware that her mother could sense the anguish in her heart at this time. If she continues to act this way, her mother will almost certainly ask questions that ultimately reveal the tale he wishes to forget.

Her mother exchanged pleasantries with others and responded to them. Curiosity filled with Sophie's tiny heart, and She wasn't interested in seeing who was coming since she was too sluggish to look. She kept herself occupied with kitchen duties.

There was her mother entertaining her visitors up in the home. Therefore the guest had already gone up there. Sophie had just completed the work in the kitchen. If there were any visitors, she would make beverages like she always did.

A split second later, Sophie heard the sound of her father's vehicle approaching the home.

Sophie is still working on her cooking, but she hasn't brought any beverages with her. It puzzled her heart, and her mother had not yet entered the kitchen to receive the drink that Sophie had made. Usually, when a visitor arrives, Sophie will not leave the house until her mother summons her. While she was in the kitchen, she eavesdropped on the discussion in the living room, but since the living room was reasonably far ahead, she could not hear the specifics of their conversation.

Ah, just let it go. Neither of these things has anything to do with me, to be honest. If there had been, my mother would have, without a doubt, called me out, muttered her tiny heart as she kept working despite the interruption.

After some time had passed, Mrs. Amy entered the kitchen. Sophie smiled at her mother as she turned to face her.  She was curious as to who the visitors were and what kind of news. Because the information was so tragic, her mother's face grew cloudy and depressed due to it.

"Sophie, let's take a break for a minute..." says Mrs. Amy.

"Can you tell me who's coming, mom?"

"let's go out," Mrs.Amy said as she carried a tray with teapots and cups into the living room.

Sophie's chest tightened as her heart raced. What was the reason behind her invitation? Did the visitor come to speak on issues that were personal to her? Sophie strolled into the living room, her palm smelling strongly of the fishy scent of the fish she was holding. She doesn't want the smell of fishy fish on her hands to be breathed by our visitors later on while she is shaking her hands. After she cleaned her hands with a hand wash, the fishy odor faded away completely.

Her heart was pounding rapidly as soon as she saw the visitors approaching. As though her legs could not hold her weight, her knees felt weak, and her knees felt limp. Sophie maintained her grip on the wall adjacent to where she was standing to avoid falling.

As she lowered herself gently to the ground, sitting where she had been just a minute before, all eyes were on her.

Mr. Robert was the first person to come into her sight, and as she glanced at the sorrowful face, she dropped her gaze somewhat.no need for Sophie to see the faces there, nor was there any requirement for her to request their presence. Sophie should note that the visitors in attendance were members of his employer's family. Sophie's eyes started to glaze over, and her heart began to quiver as she realized that they were on their way to visit her mother and father without warning.

"Sophie, let's sit close here," her father, who was also looking dejected, called out.

The silence in the living room was comparable to that found in a morgue. Sophie's mother immediately approached her and dragged her to a corner of the living room to sit. She was feeling sick and couldn't keep her tears back. It seemed like she was yelling at his father, telling him that she didn't want to be there with him. Sophie had a strong desire to go to her room and sob as hard as she possibly could. She was unable to move in the least, though she tried.

Mrs. Amy continued to lovingly squeeze the shoulder of her daughter, despite her daughter's deteriorating health. When she received that news earlier, her stomach dropped. She was likewise experiencing the same emotions as Sophie at the time. All hopes and all dreams dash.