Chapter 59: Breaking and Entering
Sophia's Perspective
I couldn't stand staying in this hellish place for another moment.
I left the school and hurriedly took a taxi home—to the apartment Marcus and I shared.
Only that place was truly my home, where my vulnerability and helplessness could be endlessly embraced.
Only there could I cry freely without having to think about whether Fabian would get back together with Jessica, or endure the humiliation of Theo's games.
When the elevator doors opened, I rushed eagerly toward the apartment door, but my steps suddenly froze as I approached.
The apartment door was slightly ajar, with obvious pry marks around the lock. The metal surface was torn apart, wood shavings scattered on the floor around the door frame—clearly, someone had forcibly broken the lock.
I widened my eyes and let out a sharp scream from my throat.
"Impossible... this can't be..." I murmured in terror.
I trembled as I pushed open the door, and the scene that greeted me nearly stopped my heart.
The living room was in complete chaos. The sofa was overturned, its cushion stuffing scattered everywhere. The glass on the coffee table had long since shattered into countless pieces. The bookshelf lay on the floor, books scattered everywhere, some pages torn to shreds.
I stepped over the debris-covered floor, each step accompanied by the sound of breaking glass.
Clearly, someone had picked the apartment lock and broken into my home.
This apartment held too many beautiful memories of my father and me, but now it was a scene of devastation.
Fortunately, there wasn't anything truly valuable in the apartment. After father was imprisoned, I had already transferred all the cash from the safe to the bank card.
But when I walked into father's bedroom, my heart suddenly skipped a beat.
The nightstand was empty—the photo that had been there was gone. The picture of my father and me together.
I suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, my hands and feet ice-cold as if I'd fallen into an ice cellar.
This wasn't an ordinary burglary. An ordinary thief wouldn't be interested in a photograph.
My mind raced, trying to figure out who would do such a thing, and why they would take the photo of my father and me.
With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone from my bag and dialed the police.
Twenty minutes later, two police officers arrived at the scene.
"Miss, please explain the situation in detail," the older officer said.
I honestly told them what had happened: "When I came home today, I found the door lock damaged and the house in chaos. It's been many days since I was last home, so I have no idea when someone broke in."
I took a deep breath and continued: "The strangest thing is, they took a photo from my father's nightstand—a picture of my father and me together."
He looked up at me: "Where do you usually live? Why haven't you been home for so many days?"
"I live in the school dormitory," I answered honestly.
"What about your father? Does he usually live here?" he continued asking.
I instinctively hesitated, not knowing how to answer.
"Miss, I suggest you tell the truth. Concealment will only make the investigation more complicated," he keenly caught my hesitation, his gaze becoming sharper.
I bit my lower lip: "My father is currently in prison, but he's innocent and will be released soon."
As soon as I finished speaking, I noticed the two officers exchange a meaningful look. Their gazes toward me began to change, subtly revealing frivolity, even contempt.
Their attitude shift filled me with a sense of humiliation, and I couldn't help but clench my fists in anger.
"Calm down, lady. Your father has a criminal record. You should try to think about who he might have offended. This could very well be revenge or debt collection."
They ignored my anger and continued to salt my wounds.
"My father hasn't offended anyone!" I practically shouted. "He was wrongly accused, he's innocent!"
Although Heyman's whereabouts were currently unknown, the Ellis brothers had told me he had fled abroad and couldn't return in the short term. As for Jason and Amy, they had been severely injured by Theo for attempting to attack me.
The truth was likely related to that photo.
But the police didn't believe me at all, and didn't even take this case seriously.
At that moment, I completely understood that they wouldn't help me with anything. They simply suspected my father and blamed everything on him.
Anger and despair filled my chest. I took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible: "I don't think I need your help anymore. Please leave."
"Miss, we still need to continue the investigation..."
"No, that won't be necessary," I said firmly. "I'll handle this matter myself."
The two officers looked at each other and eventually packed up their things and left.
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I was enveloped by an enormous sense of helplessness, surrounded by endless darkness.
I had no idea who to turn to for help.
I missed Olivia terribly, but she couldn't be by my side all the time—she had her own life.
Father's release was still a few days away. I didn't want to worry him or cause him pain about my situation while he was in that dark place.
As for the Ellis brothers... impossible. I would never seek their help again.
A name suddenly popped into my mind: Logan Carter.
That handsome face appeared before my eyes, along with the words he had said. Perhaps he could help me—he was a powerful alpha.
I hesitantly pulled out that business card from my bag. After several minutes of internal struggle, I finally gathered the courage to dial his number.
The phone rang in the quiet apartment, sounding particularly harsh. Soon, the call was answered, and I heard his familiar voice.
My voice was very low, almost inaudible: "Logan, I want to ask you for a favor..."
His voice still sounded so gentle: "Hey, Sophia, your voice sounds terrible. You seem to really need my help. Tell me, what happened?"
I gripped the phone tightly, suppressing the urge to cry, my voice choked: "Someone broke into my apartment and smashed everything. I don't know what to do now."
My eyes swept over the scene of devastation around me again, my body trembling with fear.
Logan's voice immediately became very serious, losing its previous teasing and lightness: "Give me the address. I'll be right there."