Her voice turned cold as ice. "The family's fortune belongs to me and my child. Willy loves me. He loves us. He even got rid of your son for me." She leaned in, her lips nearly brushing my ear. "To be a woman as pitiful as you… it’s honestly humiliating. If I were you, I’d just bash my head against a rock and end it all."
Something inside me snapped. My hand flew up, ready to strike, but before I could touch her, Sophia suddenly let out a sharp cry and tumbled down the stone steps.
I barely had time to react before a strong hand shoved me backward. I stumbled, barely catching myself as Willy rushed forward—his arms reaching out to catch her just in time.
He cradled Sophia against his chest, his face twisted with fury as he turned on me.
"Carol!" he roared. "Are you insane?! Who gave you the right to lay a hand on Sophia?!"
Without giving me a chance to explain, Sophia clutched Willy’s arm, her delicate face contorted with sorrow as tears welled in her eyes.