Chapter 115 Alice's Final Scene (Part 2)
James and Michael were picked up and brought into Raymond's car.
Raymond's eyes were full of concern.
As soon as he got the news, he called Sophia, but the line was busy. He told the driver to speed up, but they were still one step too late.
When Sophia caught up, she saw exactly this scene.
Lily saw it too.
Her eyes turned red with hatred as she ordered the men in black to charge forward.
Lily spoke into the walkie-talkie, raising the stakes for everyone: "Kill those two kids, and I'll add another thirty million dollars!"
Sophia quickly turned her car around and rammed straight into the car behind her, despite the driver's wide-eyed stare. The huge impact made Lily's eyes roll back, and even the airbags deployed.
Just then, in the rearview mirror.
She saw several cars speeding toward them from the distance. If she wasn't mistaken, they were William's people.
Raymond had brought quite a few people too, and they managed to block Lily's men in time. But there was still a big difference between regular bodyguards and killers—before long, they were injured.
James and Michael sat in the back seat. Raymond buckled their seatbelts and calmly instructed the driver to avoid them as much as possible.
He'd received word that William was already on his way.
Everything happened so suddenly. Raymond was on his way to the airport when he got the urgent news that Lily was going after Sophia, so he hadn't brought many people.
In Lily's car, the driver thought Sophia was crazy—he'd never seen anyone drive that fast!
Sophia's situation wasn't looking good either.
She was pinned between the deployed airbag and the seat, blood trickling down her forehead.
The side mirror on the driver's side was smashed. She couldn't see what was happening behind her. Thinking of six-year-old James and Michael, she forced herself to push the car door with all her strength.
But the door was caved in, and she didn't have enough strength to open it. Someone would need to come from outside to remove the door.
One drop, two drops, three drops... the smell of gasoline crept into her nose, and the world before her eyes began to blur and spin.
Vaguely, she saw a woman covered in scars appear outside the car window, holding a black gun in her hand.
It was... Alice.
"Sophia, I've finally waited for this day!"
She looked at the person in the car with a crazed expression, like a vengeful ghost crawling back from hell, pressing the cold black barrel against her temple.
The countdown to death echoed in her ears.
"Why did you have to show up? Why did you have to come back!"
"Do you know how much I sacrificed to make William believe I was different from the Rivera family?"
"If it weren't for you, I would already be the lady of the Smith family, and he and I would have our own children!"
Her hand trembled with emotion, her shrill voice assaulting Sophia's eardrums, which actually helped clear Sophia's head a bit.
"Alice, William not loving you is William's problem. Why are you blaming me?"
Alice was like an out-of-control beast, her gun hand shaking constantly. "No, it's all your fault!"
"Seven years ago, seven years later—you've ruined my happiness twice!"
She opened her eyes. Warm blood slid down her cheek, one drop landing on her eyelashes, turning the world before her red.
"Bullshit!"
Sophia acted as if she didn't see the gun pressed against her temple, sneering coldly at the extremely unstable Alice.
"You knew him before I even showed up, but all those years, you couldn't make him like you. What does that have to do with me, a latecomer!"
Her head rested against the seat back, one hand reaching for the seat adjustment button, the other slowly feeling for a knife nearby.
Alice said angrily, "Shut up! Shut up!"
"You shouldn't be alive, and neither should James and Michael. You should all die!"
Her expression grew increasingly twisted, but in the next second she heard William's tense, anxious voice.
"Alice!"
William sounded very angry, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a slight tremor.
Alice turned to look at William striding quickly toward her.
In the dim night, William's tall figure radiated power like a dark emperor, each step carrying extreme anger and pressure.
Her eyes showed obsession, hiding madness and resentment. She shouted loudly to stop him: "Don't come closer! Or I'll kill her!"
After seeing clearly what Alice was holding, William's pupils contracted, and he immediately stopped.
William said, "Alice, don't do anything rash."
"William... William! How could you treat me like this? How could you! I've loved you for over ten years—no, over twenty years!"
Through the cold gun barrel pressed against her temple, Sophia could feel Alice's body trembling slightly.
She would cry one moment, then curse hysterically the next, as if venting all her emotions at once.
William's gaze stayed on her hand holding the weapon, his lips pressed tight, holding his breath and listening, unable to suppress the spreading panic.
"William, you don't love Sophia, right?"
William silently watched her finger on the trigger. Behind him, the two groups were fighting, along with the Smith family bodyguards protecting him.
Alice tightened her grip on the gun at Sophia's temple, showing a crazed smile. "Say it! Say you don't love her! Or I'll blow her head off!"
William said, "Does it matter?"
The tense emotion swept through his entire body. He suddenly smiled and, ignoring her threat, walked closer step by step, soon reaching her.
His words made Alice freeze for a moment before she quickly reacted.
Her eyes blazed with fury as she said emotionally, "Don't come closer! Or I'll really shoot!"
William seemed oblivious to Sophia's current predicament, his eyes cold, his voice emotionless. "Alice, whether Sophia exists or not, I would never like you. But if you kill her..."
He suddenly stopped speaking.
Alice asked urgently, "What will you do?"
William smiled slightly. "Then I'll remember her for the rest of my life."
"And every time I remember, I'll fall for her all over again. A thousand times. A million times."
Inside the car, Sophia's forehead wound had stopped bleeding.
She quietly prepared to respond at any moment, watching through the shattered rearview mirror pieces as William's fingers tapped against his pants.
It was Morse code.
William: 'When I say move, lower the seat.'
William: 'Cough twice if you understand.'
He wasn't sure if Sophia could see, so he kept repeating it until he heard Sophia cough twice in succession.
Alice was confused by William's words—she both wanted to know if he loved Sophia and didn't want him to remember this woman forever.
"William, I've loved you for so many years. Why won't you be moved? Is your heart made of ice?"
Alice's voice was so sad, but it didn't move William.
He looked at Alice and spoke coldly, "If you put down the gun now, I promise I'll have a lawyer help you get a reduced sentence."
The moment tears spilled over, Alice forcefully pulled the trigger. "I don't need a reduced sentence—I want Sophia's life!"
William: 'Move!'
Sophia pressed hard on the driver's seat button, only to find it was stuck. In that split second, she leaned toward the steering wheel.
A burning heat grazed her ear. The instant she felt the pain, her hand gripping the knife had already stabbed hard into Alice's arm.