Their Queen's Back - Chapter 38: Chapter 38
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Matthew's face darkened at her words. He reached out to touch her, but Sophia instinctively stepped back and snapped, "Stay the hell away from me, Matthew! I don't know where you got the confidence to think I'm still head over heels for you. Listen up—I, Sophia, don't like you. Stop your delusional nonsense and acting like a madman around here. If you keep pestering me, don't blame me for calling the cops. You know exactly what it's like behind bars, don't you?"
"You!" Matthew's face flickered between ashen and livid, a truly dramatic sight. Passersby couldn't help but cast strange looks his way.
Matthew felt his dignity take a severe blow. His voice trembled with anger as he snapped, "Sophia, stop pretending in front of me! You orchestrated the Quinn Group's bankruptcy just to force me to come crawling back and beg for your forgiveness, didn't you?"
Sophia nearly choked at the absurdity of what she'd just heard. She scoffed, thinking, "What a joke," and almost lost her composure.
Sophia couldn't help but wonder, "What on earth made Matthew think that?"
Sophia wondered, "Was it because she treated him too well before?"
"People will always take a mile when you give an inch," Sophia thought.
Matthew, the Quinn Group's bankruptcy was entirely your own doing. Three years ago, your sister made sure no company would hire me, and your parents humiliated me every time we met. Yes, I once loved you—back when you treated me well. But Matthew, you should know that even the most devoted heart can die. You kept forcing me to apologize to Lily and even made me donate blood for her. How dare you show your face to me now, thinking I'd still have feelings for you?
Matthew froze, staring at the woman before him. Her almond-shaped eyes glistened with unshed tears, their corners tinged red. A strand of her lustrous black hair drifted lightly across the edge of her eyes, as if trying to wipe away the teardrops there.
An indescribable mix of panic and helplessness welled up in Matthew's chest as a thought suddenly struck him.
"She was like sand slipping through my fingers—no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't hold on to her. She drifted away with the wind, carried wherever fate wished," Matthew thought.
The sweet moments he'd shared with her made him instinctively step forward, wanting to pull her into a hug.
Sophia took a few steps back. "Matthew, it's completely over between us. I don't want the few good memories we had to be ruined by you. Just leave!"
Matthew opened his mouth to explain, but the words stuck in his throat—any excuse now seemed hollow and meaningless. "When did things between us come to this?" he thought desperately.
Sophia turned and walked away, her phone screen already showing 911. If he tried to bother her again, she wouldn't hesitate to call the police.
Matthew's confidence and pride vanished when Sophia snapped, "Do you still have the nerve to show your face in front of me?"
The calmness and a hint of hatred in her eyes made it clear to him—she truly didn't like him anymore.
He had foolishly assumed that telling her he was willing to marry her would make her overjoyed, and that they could go back to how things used to be.
Matthew silently watched her retreating figure and gently pressed a hand to his chest. It felt as if her name had already been etched into his heart.
Just like when they first met, she was running toward him in an aqua blue dress, crying, "Help me!" Matthew thought.
Sophia's words were like snapping the last pair of wings off the once proud Matthew. After returning home, he completely fell apart—his spirit broken, he soon fell seriously ill.
Although the Quinns had gone bankrupt, they could still make ends meet by selling off their jewelry, cars, and designer clothes.
Olivia's heart ached seeing her brother like this. Furious, she was itching to confront the Hughes and tear into that bitch Sophia.
Matthew said gravely, "Sis, don't go. It's all our fault."
To Skye, Quinn Holdings meant nothing. After Richard slapped Linda, she finally knew her place.
That night in the bedroom, Linda kept fawning over Richard, but he was glued to his phone. Ever since Hughes Corporation partnered with Synergy International Group, his prestige had been soaring.
Richard loved posting his so-called "life insights" on social media—basically just showing off. As he scrolled through the flood of comments, he read each one carefully; every single comment was singing his praises.
Linda was still eagerly attending to him, but Richard, growing impatient, reached out and pushed her head away from his abdomen, pulled up the covers, and said curtly, "I'm going to sleep."
Linda's face froze for a moment, but she quickly plastered on a smile and sidled up to him. "Honey, how about I stay with you tonight?" she cooed.
Richard repeated impatiently, "I'm going to sleep!"
Linda clenched her fists, seething with anger. Reluctantly, she got out of bed and settled onto the big sofa outside. The spacious room offered no privacy—Richard could hear her every word.
Darling, you haven't forgotten, have you? Jessica will be back any minute now. She graduated from a prestigious university abroad. What position are you planning to give her at the company?
At the mention of Jessica's name, Richard's eyes snapped open.
Richard's tone softened slightly. "That's not my call," he said. "You'll have to ask Skye."
Linda seethed with resentment. "Why is it always Skye this, Skye that?" she thought bitterly. "Ever since she came back, my life's been hell—my allowance is barely enough to get by!"
Forcing herself to stay calm, Linda patiently pressed on, "Darling, Jessica is your favorite daughter. She's brought you honor at every turn—a renowned socialite in our circles. Countless suitors are vying for her attention. Even the prestigious Rivers Family holds her in high regard."
As Richard thought of Jessica, a conflicted look crossed his eyes.
Although Jessica was an outstanding daughter—someone Richard was proud of, who knew how to charm him and boost his social standing—her brilliance instantly paled beside Skye. Whenever Skye was around, Jessica faded into the background. Richard thought, "No matter how much I appreciate Jessica, I would never risk offending my own flesh and blood for her."
Richard said offhandedly, "Yeah, I'll talk to Skye tomorrow."
Linda smirked triumphantly, thinking, "Just wait, Skye. Once my daughter returns, you're done for!"
Linda thought to herself, "Back then, my daughter and I managed to kick Sophia and her family out—there's no reason we can't do it again now."
"You!" Matthew's face flickered between ashen and livid, a truly dramatic sight. Passersby couldn't help but cast strange looks his way.
Matthew felt his dignity take a severe blow. His voice trembled with anger as he snapped, "Sophia, stop pretending in front of me! You orchestrated the Quinn Group's bankruptcy just to force me to come crawling back and beg for your forgiveness, didn't you?"
Sophia nearly choked at the absurdity of what she'd just heard. She scoffed, thinking, "What a joke," and almost lost her composure.
Sophia couldn't help but wonder, "What on earth made Matthew think that?"
Sophia wondered, "Was it because she treated him too well before?"
"People will always take a mile when you give an inch," Sophia thought.
Matthew, the Quinn Group's bankruptcy was entirely your own doing. Three years ago, your sister made sure no company would hire me, and your parents humiliated me every time we met. Yes, I once loved you—back when you treated me well. But Matthew, you should know that even the most devoted heart can die. You kept forcing me to apologize to Lily and even made me donate blood for her. How dare you show your face to me now, thinking I'd still have feelings for you?
Matthew froze, staring at the woman before him. Her almond-shaped eyes glistened with unshed tears, their corners tinged red. A strand of her lustrous black hair drifted lightly across the edge of her eyes, as if trying to wipe away the teardrops there.
An indescribable mix of panic and helplessness welled up in Matthew's chest as a thought suddenly struck him.
"She was like sand slipping through my fingers—no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't hold on to her. She drifted away with the wind, carried wherever fate wished," Matthew thought.
The sweet moments he'd shared with her made him instinctively step forward, wanting to pull her into a hug.
Sophia took a few steps back. "Matthew, it's completely over between us. I don't want the few good memories we had to be ruined by you. Just leave!"
Matthew opened his mouth to explain, but the words stuck in his throat—any excuse now seemed hollow and meaningless. "When did things between us come to this?" he thought desperately.
Sophia turned and walked away, her phone screen already showing 911. If he tried to bother her again, she wouldn't hesitate to call the police.
Matthew's confidence and pride vanished when Sophia snapped, "Do you still have the nerve to show your face in front of me?"
The calmness and a hint of hatred in her eyes made it clear to him—she truly didn't like him anymore.
He had foolishly assumed that telling her he was willing to marry her would make her overjoyed, and that they could go back to how things used to be.
Matthew silently watched her retreating figure and gently pressed a hand to his chest. It felt as if her name had already been etched into his heart.
Just like when they first met, she was running toward him in an aqua blue dress, crying, "Help me!" Matthew thought.
Sophia's words were like snapping the last pair of wings off the once proud Matthew. After returning home, he completely fell apart—his spirit broken, he soon fell seriously ill.
Although the Quinns had gone bankrupt, they could still make ends meet by selling off their jewelry, cars, and designer clothes.
Olivia's heart ached seeing her brother like this. Furious, she was itching to confront the Hughes and tear into that bitch Sophia.
Matthew said gravely, "Sis, don't go. It's all our fault."
To Skye, Quinn Holdings meant nothing. After Richard slapped Linda, she finally knew her place.
That night in the bedroom, Linda kept fawning over Richard, but he was glued to his phone. Ever since Hughes Corporation partnered with Synergy International Group, his prestige had been soaring.
Richard loved posting his so-called "life insights" on social media—basically just showing off. As he scrolled through the flood of comments, he read each one carefully; every single comment was singing his praises.
Linda was still eagerly attending to him, but Richard, growing impatient, reached out and pushed her head away from his abdomen, pulled up the covers, and said curtly, "I'm going to sleep."
Linda's face froze for a moment, but she quickly plastered on a smile and sidled up to him. "Honey, how about I stay with you tonight?" she cooed.
Richard repeated impatiently, "I'm going to sleep!"
Linda clenched her fists, seething with anger. Reluctantly, she got out of bed and settled onto the big sofa outside. The spacious room offered no privacy—Richard could hear her every word.
Darling, you haven't forgotten, have you? Jessica will be back any minute now. She graduated from a prestigious university abroad. What position are you planning to give her at the company?
At the mention of Jessica's name, Richard's eyes snapped open.
Richard's tone softened slightly. "That's not my call," he said. "You'll have to ask Skye."
Linda seethed with resentment. "Why is it always Skye this, Skye that?" she thought bitterly. "Ever since she came back, my life's been hell—my allowance is barely enough to get by!"
Forcing herself to stay calm, Linda patiently pressed on, "Darling, Jessica is your favorite daughter. She's brought you honor at every turn—a renowned socialite in our circles. Countless suitors are vying for her attention. Even the prestigious Rivers Family holds her in high regard."
As Richard thought of Jessica, a conflicted look crossed his eyes.
Although Jessica was an outstanding daughter—someone Richard was proud of, who knew how to charm him and boost his social standing—her brilliance instantly paled beside Skye. Whenever Skye was around, Jessica faded into the background. Richard thought, "No matter how much I appreciate Jessica, I would never risk offending my own flesh and blood for her."
Richard said offhandedly, "Yeah, I'll talk to Skye tomorrow."
Linda smirked triumphantly, thinking, "Just wait, Skye. Once my daughter returns, you're done for!"
Linda thought to herself, "Back then, my daughter and I managed to kick Sophia and her family out—there's no reason we can't do it again now."
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