CHAPTER 9

THE COURTROOM.

Sophia’s POV:

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stare at myself in the mirror. Even with the air conditioner temperature reduced to 17°, the fat in me burned so rapidly that my outfit was suddenly getting wet.

“Sophia! Are you ready?” My dad's voice echoed through the corridors.

“Yes, Dad.” I answered and sniffed, using my hands to clean my tears so that he wouldn't notice my blurry vision.

“But why was I even crying? Shouldn't I be happy that I'm finally getting my son back to myself?” I scolded myself, and immediately, I put up a lonely smile on my...