Chapter 77

Sophie’s pov ; When I walked into class, I ran into my family again. This time, it was my father, Mark. After what happened yesterday, I didn’t have any expectations for them anymore. Mark gave me a fake, friendly smile and said, “Sophie, your mother came to see you yesterday and mentioned you’ve been tired from studying lately. I brought you a few boiled eggs from home. Eat them when you’re hungry to keep your strength up.” I pursed my lips and replied flatly, “I don’t want them. You can take them back.” In the past, I might have been swayed by small gestures like this. But not anymore. I wasn’t the foolish girl I used to be. I could tell who genuinely cared for me and who was trying to use me. Mark didn’t give up. “We were wrong before,” he said, his voice soft and coaxing. “We thought you were the most sensible and obedient, that you’d understand your mother’s and my intentions. But it seems there’s been a misunderstanding. It’s not that we don’t love you—it’s just that your older b