Frank frowned.
"So what, you're playing games with me now? Sophia, I'm your uncle! What happened back then was a misunderstanding. You weren't there, you didn't see what really happened. You're just letting Aurora's death cloud your judgment!"
"So what?" Sophia's voice was laced with cold mockery. "I only trust my own judgment. If you shouldn't exist—and if Wright Group has no reason to exist either—then why should I follow your rules? There's a saying I like: The path I choose to walk, others better not stand in the way."
Her lips curved slightly, and she turned, taking the children with her as she left.
Frank collapsed onto the ground.
He knew Sophia would never spare Wright Group.
Anyone connected to Aurora's death—she would make sure none of them escaped.
...
When Sophia returned to Silver Lake Villa.
But—
Just as she reached the steps, she froze.
A pure white dove stood silently on the stone stairs in front of the door.
