Chapter 210 She Is Not As Scheming As You
Sophia looked at him curiously and asked, "I remember those marketing accounts online often say there's tension within your boy band. Guess that's not true?"
"We were competitors to begin with, but we got along pretty well in private. Our former manager was too lazy - even before we disbanded, he didn't care about us at all. We had to fight for most of our gigs ourselves."
Cillian gazed ahead, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
Back then, no matter how much their fans fought with each other, their relationship had always been good.
It was just that later, his current manager wanted to represent him but refused to take on the others.
Even though the others didn't say it out loud, Cillian knew very well that they resented him for it.
"Things will get better," Sophia suddenly said.
Cillian didn't take it to heart. He just smiled along and echoed, "Things will get better."
He quickened his pace, carrying the herbs forward, the sadness fading from his face as he returned to his usual cheerful self.
Sophia watched his retreating figure, lost in thought.
She used to think Cillian was childish, but today she'd seen another side of him.
Before, his family had protected him too well, so his personality was carefree and bold.
She had thought he would ask his family for help when he ran into trouble, but he didn't.
He chose to silently bear it all himself, like an adult, bravely taking on his own responsibilities.
They reached the foot of the mountain, where a familiar car was already waiting.
Cillian got in the car excitedly, "Benjamin, you came to pick me up! You're the best."
He opened the car door, spreading his arms to give Benjamin a hug, but before he could touch him, Benjamin dodged ruthlessly.
"That seat is for Sophia. You sit in front."
Cillian: "..."
Where was the brotherhood they talked about?
What happened to "women are like clothes, brothers are like limbs"?
Did he have to be this cold and heartless?
As it turned out, Benjamin could be even more cold and heartless. "Don't want to sit? Then take a cab back yourself."
Cillian: "..."
He twitched his lips speechlessly and glanced outside the car.
This place was basically the middle of nowhere - impossible to get a cab!
After thinking it over, Cillian immediately withdrew his sinful hand and obediently sat in the passenger seat.
When Sophia walked over, she had no idea what had happened.
She only saw Cillian leaning forward, clutching his seatbelt pitifully, very quiet.
"Are you tired?"
Benjamin looked at Sophia, his eyes full of concern.
He reached out and pulled Sophia into his arms, his warm palm resting on her shoulder, gently massaging it.
"Not tired, I didn't have many scenes today."
The sulking Cillian held back and held back, but finally couldn't help it. He looked back and couldn't help asking, "Benjamin, why don't you ask if I'm tired from filming? I had so many scenes today, I'm exhausted!"
Benjamin glanced at him coolly. "How old are you? Still complaining about being tired? Want me to let you manage the company instead?"
Cillian immediately shut up.
He shouldn't have asked.
Managing the company would be way more tiring than acting.
Besides, he wasn't interested in business, and he didn't have Benjamin's business sense.
If the company was handed to him, it would probably be close to bankruptcy.
After that blow, Cillian stayed quiet the whole way and didn't dare speak again.
Just then, a phone rang.
Sophia glanced at the screen and saw it was an unknown number.
She was about to hang up, but the car suddenly jolted and she accidentally answered it.
A familiar voice came through the phone, "Sophia, what exactly did Isabella do wrong? Why do you have to destroy her completely!"
Sophia looked confused.
When had she tried to destroy Isabella completely?
If it weren't for this call, she would have almost forgotten about Isabella.
Hearing the voice from the phone, Benjamin frowned slightly, a cold glint flashing in his deep eyes.
"What gives you the right to call and question me? I remember saying before that I don't want any more involvement with the Brown family, and I'm very busy - I don't have time to deliberately target Isabella." Sophia held the phone, leaning on Benjamin's shoulder, her eyes full of mockery.
Those things had happened a long time ago, and Sophia had already gotten her revenge in her own way.
She was busy - she didn't have time to play those petty games with Isabella.
"If not you, then who? Isabella has been crying every day lately... Sophia, I'm begging you, please give Isabella a way out. She's kind-hearted, not as scheming as you..."
Before she could finish, Olivia heard a snort of laughter.
"Not scheming?"
This was the biggest joke Sophia had heard all year.
"Mrs. Brown, if you're going to accuse me of bullying Isabella, you'd better have proof. If you don't, then I don't accept your accusations. I don't have the time, and I don't care enough."
Sophia was about to hang up when she heard Olivia change her tone.
She pleaded desperately, "Sophia, I'm your birth mother. For my sake, please let Isabella go, I'm begging you!"
Sophia didn't know how to describe her current mood.
Just... speechless.
Was she unable to understand plain language?
Or did some people only hear what they wanted to hear?
Her expression instantly darkened, and she said coldly to Olivia, "I don't have a mother. From the time I was kidnapped when I was just over a year old, I haven't had a mother."
"Sophia, how can you say that! I gave birth to you, how can you be so heartless? How could I have given birth to such an ungrateful person?"
Her birth mother was calling her heartless and ungrateful for the sake of another girl.
How ridiculous.
"You gave birth to me, that's true, but I've already repaid what I owed the Brown family. We're even - that's the best outcome for us. Also, as long as Isabella doesn't provoke me first, I won't do anything to her. But if she won't leave me alone, she shouldn't expect to get away unscathed either."
Hearing these words, Olivia was heartbroken to the extreme. She couldn't believe there could be someone so cold-hearted in this world.
"How could I have given birth to a daughter like you? You're nothing like me. I wish I'd never had a daughter like you!"
Sophia rubbed her forehead.
She replied in a deep voice, "What a coincidence, I also wish I'd never had a mother like you."
With that, she hung up directly and blocked the number.
Benjamin held Sophia tightly, his palm gently stroking the top of her head. "Be good, don't be angry."
"I'm not angry."
Sophia just felt speechless.
Whenever something happened to Isabella, they would habitually blame Sophia.
This seemed to have become the Brown family's routine.
But she had already cut ties with the Brown family and had been keeping her distance from them.
Why did they still haunt her like ghosts?