Sophia’s Point of View
When I stepped out of my room with my packed luggage the next morning, Reid Prescott was standing at my doorstep effectively blocking my way.
“You can’t just leave like this,” He said with obvious frustration. “We need to talk first, Sophia.”
“Oh, do we?” I scoffed sarcastically.
Why was it that people simply couldn’t take what they dished out?
Mr Prescott had no problem dropping me right into that gala unprepared but now that I was returning the favor, why was he upset?
“You want to talk? Let’s talk,” I said hotly as I dropped my luggage right on top of Reid Prescott’s foot. Or almost on top of it, he moved just before it could hit his foot.
“I’m ending this contract. And that’s all I have to tell you.” I said taking advantage of the space he had created in his backward shuffle to step out of the room.
Picking my luggage once more, I began to walk away but Reid Prescott grabbed my hand pulling me to a stop.
I turned to look at him with growing annoyance. “Please let go of me, Mr Prescott.”
He didn’t budge.
“You can’t end the contract, Miss Evergreen.”
“I can and I will,” I gritted out tugging my hand out of his grasp. “I don’t care if I have to spend the rest of my life paying you back for my tuition and my mom’s treatment to do it.”
Reid Prescott dismissed my statement to repay him with a flippant gesture with his hand.
“I don’t care about all that, Miss Evergreen.”
And that was the last straw that broke the camel’s back or rather in this case the final push that snapped the razor thin control I had on my temper.
The amount of money he had spent on Mom and me was an amount that would take me years of working diligently and saving frugally to get.
But for him, for a multi billionaire like Reid Prescott who had never had a day at the bottom of the totem pole, it was something he could afford to waive.
“Of course, you don’t care. Rich people like you don’t care about anything but yourselves.” I stabbed my index finger against his chest aggressively.
“Look, I understand you’re angry but-” Mr Prescott said trying to backpedal when he noticed how I angry I was but I didn’t let him finish.
“No, you don’t understand. You don’t understand anything! To you this is all a game,” I said furiously as I recalled his easy reassured almost smug attitude.
Right from the first day when he met me in the hospital, it had been a game for him. That was why I had initially declined his offer. Even then I could see it.
“You thought you would marry poor desperate Sophia Evergreen and deliver the ultimate smackdown to your brother because I am a joke.”
A pained laugh escaped me when Reus Prescott didn’t even try to deny it. His jaw just ticked as his stormy gray eyes darkened with displeasure.
“To you Baxters, my life is just one big joke right?” I asked but I wasn’t expecting a response to a question whose answers I already knew. I shoved Reid Prescott’s chest, my eyes never leaving his. “With all due respect, you can go to hell, Mr Prescott.”
I spun to leave only for Reid Prescott to speak.
“I’m not really a Baxter.” He said it like it was supposed to be something revolutionary.
I rolled my eyes. Right. Another lie I wasn’t going to believe. If he wanted to deny it, he should have done it the moment Jerry Baxter called him his brother.
“I’m not dumb enough to fall for that. Whatever plan you Baxters have, just keep me the hell out of it.” I said without turning back as I pulled my luggage across the Persian tiles. Why was the staircase so damn far away?
Reid Prescott moved coming in front of me but he didn’t try to touch me instead he did something I could have never expected.
He went on his knees.
Reid Prescott was on his knees in front of me. I knew Reid Prescott could be extremely manipulative when he wanted to be and subconsciously I knew this could be a stint to emotionally manipulate me but I paused.
“Listen to me for a second, Miss Evergreen. If you still want to leave afterwards, I’ll let you.” Reid Prescott said then he swallowed as though his next words were even harder to say. “Please, Miss Evergreen.”
Hours later, I sat in a hospital room watching the curtains rustle from the wind.
Then I turned to look at the unconscious pale woman on the bed.
“Mom, what do I do?” I asked but she remained silent.