Chapter 179 Sophia Was Married by Benjamin
What's so great about this man anyway?
Besides having a decent-looking face, what else does he have that makes Sophia rely on him so much?
Joshua felt incredibly heartbroken.
The Sophia he had raised for over ten years was just taken away by someone else?
And by some man whose background he knew nothing about!
Joshua's breathing quickened, he was so angry he could barely catch his breath.
He raised his hand and pressed it hard against his chest, his finger pointing at Benjamin trembling slightly, unable to get a word out for a long time.
"You... who exactly are you? When did you meet? You're married—do you have a house and car? How much money does your family have? Can you make our Sophia happy? Can you afford to take care of our Sophia?"
One question after another left everyone present confused, including Benjamin.
His brows furrowed slightly, not understanding why Joshua was so worked up.
But judging from his tone, he seemed to know Sophia.
"And who are you? What's your relationship with Sophia?"
Benjamin's voice was deep, and the presence he carried didn't weaken—instead, it grew even stronger.
It made people feel a natural sense of respect.
Joshua: "I asked you first, so you answer my questions first."
"Joshua, this is my second brother Benjamin. My second brother is the heir to the White Group, so he definitely has a house and car. Don't worry, my second brother will definitely make Sophia happy!"
Cillian picked up on something off about Joshua's attitude toward Sophia, but he quickly caught on.
Joshua's attitude clearly showed he knew Sophia.
No matter what their relationship was, making their position clear was most important.
If he was a rival, this statement made it clear: you don't have a chance. Sophia will only be Benjamin's wife for the rest of her life.
Their White family—except for that troublesome Magnus—could only have one woman for life, faithful till the end.
In other words, Sophia could only be Benjamin's wife for this lifetime.
"The White Group?"
Another thunderbolt exploded in Joshua's mind. He thought he'd heard wrong and asked uncertainly.
"Yes, he's my second brother, my real brother." Cillian introduced with a smile.
Joshua took several deep breaths, finally calming his emotions.
He glanced at the people around watching the drama, stepped back, and cleared a path. "Let's go inside and talk. The storm probably isn't over yet, we need to leave here right away. As for other matters..."
Joshua glanced at Sophia sleeping soundly in Benjamin's arms and continued, "Other matters, we'll discuss later."
He needed to go back and ask Matthew properly why he suddenly married Sophia off.
They had already agreed that in the future, they would carefully select the most worthy person for Sophia to spend her life with.
He never expected that Matthew would marry Sophia off while he and Gregory were away.
Simply... too outrageous!
However, he didn't know that Matthew had nothing to do with Sophia's marriage.
Everything was entirely Sophia's own idea.
When Sophia woke up, she found herself in an unfamiliar room.
Looking at the environment and overall decor, it should be a hotel room, but the conditions were much worse than a five-star hotel.
Sophia rubbed her eyes and yawned.
A deep, magnetic voice suddenly reached her ears, "You're awake?"
Sophia turned to see Benjamin sitting on a nearby sofa, already changed into different clothes.
"Honey."
She opened her arms toward him.
A trace of helplessness flashed in Benjamin's eyes. He slowly stood up, walked to the bedside and sat down, leaning forward and opening his arms to pull Sophia into his embrace.
Sophia's petite, soft form fit perfectly in his arms.
He rested his chin on top of Sophia's head and gently nuzzled, "Had enough sleep?"
"Yes." Sophia was full of energy when suddenly her stomach made a noise.
It sounded especially clear in the large room.
Realizing the sound came from her own stomach, Sophia's face instantly flushed red, and she guiltily covered her belly.
Benjamin chuckled softly, reaching out to touch her somewhat thin face. "Hungry? I'll have someone bring food in right away."
Sophia's cheeks turned slightly red, a bit embarrassed.
She'd actually lost her composure in front of Benjamin like this... But then she thought, Benjamin was her husband, so what did it matter?
No matter how many little flaws she had, that was a fact that could never change.
With this thought, Sophia stopped worrying and became confident.
Soon, hotel staff brought in dinner.
The area had been hit by heavy rain for several days, and many supplies couldn't get through, so many dishes couldn't be prepared.
Benjamin looked at the overly simple food on the plates and couldn't help but frown.
Benjamin had lived at the White Manor all his life. Except for when he was taken for experiments as a child, his meals had always been carefully prepared by top chefs—nutritious, healthy, and beautifully presented.
But the food before him clearly had nothing to do with refined.
However, Sophia wasn't picky. She picked up her fork and put the food in her mouth.
Although the meal wasn't particularly delicious, it was enough to fill her stomach.
Sophia squinted her eyes, chewing while swinging her little feet, looking completely satisfied.
Seeing this, Benjamin relaxed a bit, but felt more heartache.
His Sophia deserved the best of everything in this world, yet he couldn't even give her a proper meal.
Outside the window, the storm raged on. The pouring rain lashed against the windows, accompanied by howling winds, thunder, and lightning, looking particularly terrifying.
In this kind of weather, there was no way to go out.
At this moment, in the only hospital near Vast Mountain.
Isolde was being carried by medical staff into the emergency room.
Her leg was seriously injured. She looked pale and weak, breathing faintly, as if she might stop breathing at any moment.
Her agent Remy had been by her side the whole time, holding her hand and constantly comforting her.
Remy watched helplessly as the emergency room door closed. Her heart tightened, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on the closed door.
She stood in the corridor, pacing back and forth, her face full of anxiety and panic.
If something really happened to Isolde, she would never forgive herself for the rest of her life.
Time passed bit by bit. The emergency room door remained tightly shut, with no one coming out.
Remy crouched in the corner, her back against the cold wall, hands holding her head, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
Isolde, please don't let anything happen to you.
Please.
In the corridor, doctors constantly passed by. Some looked at Remy with surprise, while others had long grown accustomed to such scenes.
In hospitals, patients and family members crying with their heads in their hands were not uncommon.
But Remy's appearance seemed somewhat familiar, so she attracted a lot of attention.
However, Remy was just an agent, and her fame in the industry wasn't that high, so few people recognized her.