Free Web NovelChapter 49: Chapter 49: Saved by Willow Quincy
"M-me, why would I have anything to feel guilty about? I’m the victim here, okay?!" Ms. Armstrong’s eyes darted around. She was obviously hiding something.
Sonia Quincy instantly became more certain about her decision to get a lawyer.
"If you have nothing to feel guilty about, then why won’t you let me get a lawyer? If a lawyer comes, won’t it be easier for me to pay you?"
"Hah..." Ms. Armstrong sneered. "Who knows if the lawyer you hire is in on it with you?"
Sonia Quincy’s lips curved into a smirk. "If you’re worried, Ms. Armstrong, you’re more than welcome to hire a lawyer of your own."
Ms. Armstrong rolled her eyes at her. "I don’t have time for this... You can play all these tricks, but my husband is still lying in a hospital bed! You’re paying me today, no matter what!"
Sonia Quincy’s tone was firm. "I can pay, but I insist on either calling the police or getting a lawyer."
"The police... You have the nerve to call the police?!" Ms. Armstrong took two steps forward, looking like she was about to lash out.
Seeing this, the realtor who had been standing to the side quickly stepped in between them, shielding the pregnant Sonia Quincy behind him.
"Ms. Armstrong, please calm down. Let’s just talk this out right here..."
Ms. Armstrong pointed a finger over the two men at Sonia Quincy’s nose. "I fucking want to talk it out too! But look at her, the conniving bitch! First she wants to call the police, then she wants a lawyer. She’s just trying to get out of paying!"
"You’re the fucking conniving one!" Sonia Quincy had completely lost her patience and let loose. "If your husband were really just an innocent victim, why would you be afraid of us calling the police?! What interest of yours am I hurting by calling the police and getting a lawyer? Why are you acting so guilty?"
"My mother is a very tidy person. She mops up the water in the bathroom every single day. Whether your husband lost his footing and fell on his own, or if he really slipped on water, you know the truth better than anyone!"
"What are you trying to say?!" Ms. Armstrong’s expression changed, her anger flaring. "Are you implying my husband deliberately threw himself to the ground like this just to extort you?"
"Hmph..." Sonia Quincy let out a cryptic laugh. "Those are your words, not mine..."
"I can’t be bothered to argue with you anymore. Let’s just call the police."
After saying that, Sonia Quincy immediately took out her phone and actually started to call the police.
"Like hell you will!" Ms. Armstrong’s eyes were red from arguing. Ignoring the realtor’s attempts to block and placate her, she lunged forward to snatch Sonia Quincy’s phone.
With quick reflexes, Sonia Quincy dodged and dialed the emergency number right in front of her.
"You fucking bitch, you just don’t want to pay!" This action infuriated Ms. Armstrong. She shoved the realtor aside and rushed forward recklessly, grabbing a handful of Sonia Quincy’s clothes.
Sonia Quincy didn’t fight back or even struggle.
Ms. Armstrong forcefully slapped the phone out of her hand and began to manhandle her.
"Pay up! Fucking pay me! If you don’t pay up, I’ll kill you, you believe that?!"
"What are you doing? Let go of Sonia!" Mrs. Preston was terrified. She raised her hands and grabbed Ms. Armstrong’s wrist, desperately trying to pry her fingers off Sonia Quincy.
But the woman was too strong. Even with the two realtors and Mrs. Preston trying to pull her away, they couldn’t break her grip.
Still, she was mindful of Sonia Quincy’s pregnancy, so she only pulled and tugged, not daring to actually strike her.
"You whore, are you going to pay or not? Are you fucking going to pay?!"
Ms. Armstrong, her eyes bloodshot, growled as she pressed Sonia Quincy for an answer.
Sonia Quincy just stood there, completely passive, letting the woman shake her without struggling or answering.
"AHH!"
Suddenly, a figure rushed past, and Ms. Armstrong let out a piercing scream.
A dark shadow flashed before Sonia Quincy’s eyes. Before she could react, she saw Ms. Armstrong get grabbed by the collar by a man who had suddenly appeared and shoved against the wall.
THUD!
Ms. Armstrong’s back hit the wall hard. The man’s iron-like hand pressed against her neck, and the chilling cold emanating from his sharp eyes made it hard for her to breathe.
"Touch Sonia Quincy again, and I’ll kill you. You believe that?"
The man’s voice was low and deep, laced with palpable menace.
Ms. Armstrong was so terrified by him that for a moment, she didn’t dare to speak.
"Willow Quincy?" Hearing his voice, Sonia Quincy easily guessed the man’s identity.
Willow Quincy gave a cold "hmph," holding Ms. Armstrong pinned for a moment longer before reluctantly releasing his grip.
"GASP... GASP..." Ms. Armstrong clutched her collar and stumbled back several steps, raggedly sucking in air.
"Ms. Armstrong, a-are you okay?" The two realtors stared at Willow Quincy in terror, moving stiffly to stand in front of Ms. Armstrong.
Ms. Armstrong’s face was flushed as she gasped for breath, too scared to speak for the moment.
Willow Quincy, his face dark, turned and walked over to Sonia Quincy. His cold gaze swept over her. "Are you okay?"
’Even his concern felt so impersonal.’
Sonia Quincy straightened her clothes and shook her head. "I’m fine. What are you doing here?"
Willow Quincy told a perfunctory lie. "I was just passing by. I heard you arguing, so I came up to take a look."
"..." Sonia Quincy wasn’t a fool; there was no way she believed him. But she didn’t have the time to press the issue, so she just offered a polite "Thank you."
Willow Quincy didn’t respond.
"Sonia, who is this...?" Mrs. Preston had never met Willow Quincy and didn’t know his relationship with Sonia Quincy.
"He..." Sonia Quincy thought for a moment before introducing him with a hint of distance, "He’s the eldest son of the Quincy Family, Willow Quincy. He’s also my former brother."
"Oh..." Mrs. Preston understood. She smiled at Willow Quincy and said sincerely, "Thank you for just now. Thank you for saving our Sonia."
’Our Sonia...’
The term made Willow Quincy’s brow furrow. He replied, somewhat displeased, "It was nothing."
Sonia Quincy looked down, searching for her phone that had been knocked away. Once she found it, she started to bend over to pick it up. Willow Quincy was faster, scooping up the phone before she could move and holding it out to her.
"Thanks," she said again, taking the phone and immediately calling the police.
The nearest police station was three kilometers away, so it would take the officers at least ten minutes to arrive.
Sonia Quincy ignored Ms. Armstrong, walked straight into the living room, and sat down on the sofa to wait.
Thanks to Willow Quincy’s appearance, Ms. Armstrong finally stopped her racket, and the living room at last fell silent.
Mrs. Preston knew Willow Quincy’s presence was a delicate matter, but she politely invited him to sit on the sofa and poured him a glass of water.
He wasn’t shy, taking the glass and immediately downing a large gulp.
"Where’s Felix Preston?" He placed the glass on the coffee table and asked casually, "How is he not here at a time like this? He’s letting you, a pregnant woman, face this alone?"
Staring at her phone, Sonia Quincy said expressionlessly, "He was rear-ended on his way back. The person who hit him called the police, so he’s being held up by the traffic cops. It’ll be a while before he gets home."
"Hah," Willow Quincy sneered. "How convenient. He’s never around when you need him."
