Chapter 3
The “Guardian Project” was her late father’s most cherished initiative: a de project for advanced smart bionic limbs.
Her father had dedicated his life to philanthropy, and his dream was to see this project succeed and benefit countless people with disabilities.]
Sophic had pushed herself to oversee it for months, even during her pregnancy. It was only when the project was on stable ground, right before she gave birth, that she finally stepped back.
When Sophie arrived at the company, her assistant was frantic
“Ms. Harris, Mr. Wilson has handed over everything to Assistant Moore. We’re completely in the dark.”
Sophie’s expression was calm. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s go to the CEO’s office. I know Matthew’s password.“[]
Moments later, Monica rushed to block her path.]
“Mrs. Wilson, I’m afraid you can’t go in.“[]
Her lips were swollen, a clear love bite on her neck, and her face was a mask of smug arrogance.[]
“You can’t enter without the CEO’s permission!”
Sophie pushed past her coldly. “Move. I personally managed this project. I have the right to review it.“||
“You abandoned this project when you were pregnant. Now you want to waltz in and steal someone else’s credit? I don’t think 50.“1
Unable to stop her, Monica spat out the venomous words.
Just then, Matthew hurried in, a note of panic in his voice. “Why did you leave early? You didn’t wait for me.”
Sophie laughed bitterly to herself. You were busy with Monica. You had no time to leave with me.
She handed him a file.
“Matthew, look at this data! The prosthetic materials were all supposed to be imported. Why have they been swapped for cheap, shoddy substitutes?“]
“Who switched the suppliers to line their own pockets?”]
The products had been compromised by Monica, who used inferior materials and cut corners, with the price difference disappearing into thin air.]
Matthew’s brow furrowed, clearly realizing something was wrong
Monica’s face went white. She stammered,
- “Mr. Wilson had nothing to do with it I’m sorry, ma’am, I just wanted to make some extra money for my son…“]
“If you’re going to blame someone, blame me.“]
She wept prettily, and Matthew’s eyes instantly filled with pity.[]
Sophie scoffed. “An apology is useless. What you did constitutes fraud. I’m calling the police.“]
Just as she spoke, a small figure darted out and slammed into her
“You mean lady, don’t you bully my mommy! Daddy, get her!“]]
The shrill, childish voice echoed through the office.]
It was Joseph.]]
Sophie grunted from the impact, her face instantly turning pale. The nearby employees‘ expressions shifted in shock
Matthew rushed forward. “Sophie, are you okay?”
Monica quickly pulled Joseph to her side, feigning a scolding. “Joseph, that’s so rude! Apologize to the lady right now!“[]
Then she turned to Sophie. “Ma’am, hit me, yell at me, do whatever you want, but please, don’t take it out on a child.“[]
But Sophie could see the triumph hidden in her eyes.]]
Before Sophie could respond, Matthew interjected, “Don’t yell at him. He’s just a kid, he doesn’t know any better.” He turned to Monica. “He didn’t mean it. Take him home. I’ll explain things to Sophie.“]
Sophie stared directly into Matthew’s eyes, her words slow and deliberate. “Explain what? That he called me a ‘mean lady? Or that he called you Daddy?”
She was done watching this disgusting soap opera. She turned and walked out.[]
Matthew hurried after her. “Sophie, her son is only six years old. Why are you picking a fight with a child?”
Sophie clenched her fists. “He’s vicious for his age, which is a clear sign of bad parenting. Why shouldn’t I care? Unless…. is he your son?”
Matthew’s expression changed, and he feigned anger. “What are you talking about, Sophie? How could he possibly be my child? Our daughter is my only child.”
Even now, he was still lying.
Sophie laughed, a bitter, self–mocking sound, and looked up at him.]
“Then what’s our daughter’s name? It seems… you haven’t even bothered to name her yet, have you?“[]
