Chapter 250 You Still Can't Leave Me
Robert, standing nearby, was somewhat surprised to see that Michael had no intention of stopping Chase.
He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Michael Johnson, aren't you going to stop Mr. Chase Johnson?"
Robert was a bit confused.
Michael had completely calmed down by now and said in a flat tone, "It's just a small matter, nothing serious.
Besides, if Olivia and the others are truly innocent, this bit of media attention probably won't hurt them."
Robert had a gut feeling that this wasn't quite right.
He wanted to say a few more words, but Michael didn't give him the chance. "If there's nothing else, you can leave. Bring me that proposal I asked for in a bit so I can review it."
Robert had no choice but to leave for now.
Meanwhile, as the online buzz kept growing, Rodolfo also learned about it.
Olivia wanted to keep it from him, but she couldn't.
She felt extremely guilty. "I'm sorry, Mr. McCoy. It's all because of me that those people are attacking you so badly."
Right now, she really wished she could go back in time a few years and slap herself for choosing Michael so firmly back then.
If she hadn't insisted on marrying Michael, none of this would have happened later.
Rodolfo didn't blame her at all. Instead, he comforted Olivia, "What are you sorry for? This has nothing to do with you.
Michael making a move means he's starting to get scared.
He's just a scumbag guy. I don't even care, so you shouldn't either.
And just watch, someone will deal with them sooner or later!"
Olivia had been angry, but Rodolfo's words made her laugh despite herself.
"Where did you learn to curse like that?"
Rodolfo said proudly, "I surf the internet sometimes now. I know quite a few words like that. I can keep up with the trends too."
Olivia felt much better after he cheered her up.
Andrew also sent her a message to comfort her: [Don't worry, and don't get involved with what's happening online. Just leave it alone. Someone will clean up this mess.]
Almost that very evening, the police arrested Terrence, along with his assistant Jack and Lyle's assistant Ethan.
The efficiency was quite fast.
When Sophia got the news, she completely panicked.
How could this happen?
How did they trace it back to her so quickly?
No, this was impossible!
This must be fake. Nothing would happen for sure!
This must all be Olivia's scheme!
She had to stay calm and not lose her composure first.
Sophia calmed herself down and started waiting for news.
However, what she didn't expect was that after Terrence was arrested, he wasn't released for several days.
This was clearly wrong.
Sophia's mother Bronte also got scared and came directly to her door, saying anxiously, "Sophia, what's going on? Why hasn't your father been released yet? Why don't you ask Michael to look into it?"
"No! I can't ask Michael!" Everything Sophia had done was behind Michael's back.
At this point, she definitely couldn't go to him directly, or she'd be exposed.
She first calmed Bronte down, saying, "Just calm down first. I'll go to the police station to ask about the situation, and I'll tell you later."
"Okay, okay, you must bring your father back."
Sophia was getting impatient and just left to go to the police station.
However, the police station directly told her, "Terrence cannot be released on bail. He's involved in a serious case and is still awaiting judgment. We can't reveal specific details. Please go home and wait for news!"
A serious case—what else could it be?
It had to be about what happened to Olivia and Rodolfo, right?
But Sophia didn't dare ask more questions and could only leave the police station.
Once outside, she started losing control of her fear.
She felt like there was a guillotine hanging over her neck, ready to drop at any moment.
If it really was because of Olivia and Rodolfo, would her father give her up too?
On Lyle's side.
At first, he didn't pay much attention to the police arrests.
But after two days passed and his assistant still hadn't been released, a sense of unease gradually surrounded him.
Something was off about this situation.
Thinking back to the online news that had been making waves for several days, Rodolfo hadn't come out to respond at all.
He'd tried several times to find out about the research institute positions, and the result was always that Rodolfo hadn't been removed and was still there.
Could it be that the higher-ups were protecting Rodolfo?
Thinking of this possibility, Lyle couldn't help but feel even more jealous.
Why couldn't they bring down this old bastard?
Was the news not getting enough attention?
No, he had to think of another way.
Lyle paced back and forth at home anxiously.
Originally, he wanted to use Sophia again.
But Sophia was already too busy saving herself.
She didn't even answer Lyle's calls. She was starting to consider asking Michael for help.
As long as he stepped in, he could definitely help her father.
But Sophia hesitated.
Once she really went to Michael, everything she'd done might be exposed.
Before that, she needed a trump card to save herself.
Right, a child!
She wondered if she was pregnant yet.
She and Michael had slept together so many times—maybe she really was pregnant?
Sophia went to the hospital full of hope to get checked.
When the results came out, the doctor told her, "Your test results show that you're not pregnant."
Looking at her report, Sophia was furious.
Why wasn't she pregnant?
Since she'd made up her mind, she'd been seducing Michael into not using protection. They'd done it so many times—even if her body was in bad shape, she should have gotten pregnant by now!
She said through gritted teeth to the doctor, "Your test must be wrong. I want a detailed examination!"
The doctor had no choice but to have her register for another checkup.
But the results still left Sophia deeply disappointed.
The doctor told her, "The reason you can't get pregnant is that you've had too many abortions before, which has thinned your uterine wall, reducing your chances of getting pregnant again. But don't be too disappointed—there's still a chance you could get pregnant.
Because you naturally have a body type that gets pregnant easily. Otherwise, you wouldn't have gotten pregnant so many times before.
As for not getting pregnant now, you might also need to consider whether your partner has physical issues."
When Sophia heard that last sentence, her mind went blank.
Was the doctor saying that Michael had fertility problems?
How could he possibly have that kind of problem?
Suddenly, Sophia's head felt like it had been struck by lightning.
She'd been so anxious that she'd forgotten something very important!
All these years, Michael had been treating his legs and had been on medication long-term, and his condition had gotten worse recently.
In this situation, it really wouldn't be possible to have children.
Sophia's face turned deathly pale.
Could it really be Michael's problem?
She immediately got anxious and asked the doctor directly, "My partner has been treating nerve problems for years and has been on medication long-term. In this situation, can he have children?"
After hearing this, the doctor found it a bit funny but still answered responsibly, "No kidding! With long-term medication, even if you could get pregnant, we wouldn't recommend having a child.
Because, affected by the drugs, the child might be born with deformities.
And from what you're describing, after so many years of medication, his sperm survival rate is probably very low. Combined with your situation, it's very difficult..."
This answer was like a bolt from the blue for Sophia.
She never dreamed this would be the case.
Michael couldn't get her pregnant—what was she supposed to do?
When she left the doctor's office, Sophia was completely dazed, and more than that, terrified.
Just then, she suddenly bumped into someone.
As soon as she looked up, she saw it was Arthur.
Sophia's face changed dramatically. She immediately pulled him into the stairwell and demanded, "Why are you here?"
Arthur smiled and said, "Your progress has been too slow, which makes me a bit unhappy. I finally caught you going out, so naturally I followed you.
I just didn't expect to hear such a surprise."
Having her hospital visit exposed, Sophia's face darkened.
She said through gritted teeth, "I can barely save myself now. What more do you want?"
Arthur suddenly smiled, leaned close to Sophia's ear, and said, "Isn't it just a child? Just make one up and you can get by.
If you really want to have one, you can come to me.
I heard everything—Michael can't produce healthy children anymore."
After speaking, he casually put his arm around Sophia's waist, and his other hand slipped into her clothes.
Sophia shuddered and backed up several steps. "You!"
Arthur didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior at all. He teased, "After all this time, these places are still so sensitive."
Sophia pushed him away and cursed angrily, "Let go of me! Stay away from me!"
This man was too dangerous. She didn't want anything more to do with him.
However, she'd only taken two steps when Arthur pulled her back and pressed her against the wall. Arthur asked in a teasing voice, "Don't you want the position of Mrs. Johnson anymore?
Don't you want endless wealth and luxury either?
Without a child as leverage, how will you get into the Johnson family?"
Sophia's struggle stopped cold.
Arthur smiled wickedly. "Sophia, you still can't leave me."
With that, he pulled her into the nearby restroom.
As soon as they entered the stall, he couldn't wait and pulled down his zipper, then lifted Sophia's skirt.
Sophia wanted to refuse, but her heart was tempted by what he'd just said.
Arthur gently bit her ear and whispered, "Doesn't this feel like when we first met?
The rooftop back then, the floor-to-ceiling windows, the private rooms at the bar, even in the middle of the crowded dance floor—the pleasure you gave me, I still can't forget."
Sophia also felt the thrill of the public setting and let him get close.
But she still cursed at him, "Shut up. If you're going to do it, hurry up. Don't leave any marks on me, or we're both done for!"
Arthur looked a bit regretful hearing this.
But he also knew what should and shouldn't be done.
The two of them fooled around there for a full three hours before leaving.