Chapter 270

Sophia Lowell's voice now triggered a conditioned fear response in him.

His body tensed involuntarily every time he heard it.

He braced himself for another earth-shattering revelation.

Sophia wisely pressed her lips together.

Then—

BANG!

The hospital door was kicked open violently.

A dozen men in black filed in wordlessly and immediately began attacking.

"What are you doing? This is a hospital!"

"Help! Security! Where are the guards?"

"Ah! My leg!"

Screams erupted one after another.

The assailants specifically targeted Brandon Lowell and Margaret Hill.

Sophia was already bruised and battered—they feared further blows might kill her.

Ten minutes later.

The four were tossed out of the hospital entrance like garbage.

"Scum like you aren't welcome in Harvard City," the lead enforcer said coldly. "Leave by sundown, or else—"

His knuckles cracked ominously.

The threat was unmistakable.

Vincent Lowell's face darkened with rage, his nails digging into his palms.

Yet he forced an ingratiating smile. "We're leaving right now—right now..."

His legs were useless.

He couldn't afford to lose his life too.

"What are you standing around for?" Vincent snarled at Sophia. "Carry me!"

Gritting her teeth, Sophia bent down with trembling limbs.

The moment she hoisted Vincent onto her back, her vision blurred.

Was this the elite life she'd dreamed of?

Once, Vincent had looked at her with pride.

When she got into Harvard University, the whole family celebrated her.

Now?

She was just a human crutch.

A punching bag.

Sophia bit her lower lip until it bled.

Was all of this really her fault?

If only they'd treated Evelyn Laurent better...

If they hadn't been so shallow...

She crushed the thought before it fully formed.

She would never admit that country girl was superior.

Never.