NovelEnglishSophia, pressing her wireless Bluetooth earpiece with one hand, coolly told Daniel on the phone, "Sorry, I'm not exactly thrilled
about being a member of the Crawley family."
Brandon cut the call short.
Sophia turned to look at him.
Brandon looked back at her with the scalm demeanor.
"Sthings you say can't be taken back. Sophia, | get where you're coming from with the hurt and anger, and I'll make sure they
give you the apologies and respect you deserve. Parents are a hand you're dealt, not something | can choose. Don't lump their
issues on me. With parents like mine, I'm a victim too."
Sophia pursed her lips and stayed silent.
"Sophia."
Brandon called her name, about to say more, but Sophia quietly cut him off.
"You might not have a choice, but | do. Think ofas heartless, but when push comes to shove, I'm out for myself. I've got zero
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtinterest in being a Crawley, and even less in dealing with Yolanda. The best favor you can do foris to leavebe."
With that, Sophia turned to pull open the door.
"You should head back," she said softly, without looking at him.
Brandon stood still, his gaze steady on her. "Sophia, this isn't fair to me."
"Fair to me, then?" she retorted softly.
"I can't stand your parents, your house, your whole social circle. They're always on their high horse, looking down on everyone. In
their eyes, anyone born at the bottom doesn't deserve to be treated like a human. Anything we achieve must have an ulterior
motive, must be because we sold our bodies, or it's charity from you guys. Why should | keep living in this twisted world just to
spare your feelings?"
Sophia looked at him, "Brandon, | can't do it. No one's worth compromising myself for, and you shouldn't either. It's not worth the
struggle of being torn between two sides. And don't start with 'you can change them." We're all adults with our own deep-seated
views. No one can sway anyone else's mind or actions, so don't bother trying."
Sophia continued, "If the shoe doesn't fit, it doesn't fit. Trying to break them in just adds new scars on old wounds, tearing and
healing over and over. Swapping shoes is the real solution."
"It's about fit between you and me, not you and the shoe store. Their presence is just like a shoe store, and | can't dictate the
store's style or taste, but | can choose which store | place myself in, which shelf to pick from."
Brandon replied slowly, "I can't change their worldview, but that doesn't mean I'll let it slide. Only an impotent man gets stuck in
the middle, don't worry abouthaving that issue. As for values, don't equatewith them."
Brandon's voice was calm as he looked at her, "Grandpa chose to bypass my dad and hand the company tofor a reason—he
knew his son is useless, but I'm still good. Him and | were never on the spage."
Sophia bit her lip, staying silent.
Brandon approached her. "If they reach out to you again, whether by phone or in life, don't bother with them. Just forward it to me,
and I'll handle it."
Sophia remained silent, her mind a whirlwind.
This wasn't about who would handle it. She cherished a peaceful life without conflict, without the need to deal with anyone or care
about their opinions, and without worrying about others’ thoughts and words hurting Theresa. Just like the past two years, her life
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwas simple but tranquil and free.
"I really like my life as it is," she whispered. "lI don't want to change."
Brandon watched her in silence for a moment.
He didn't speak, just reached out and gently stroked her hair.
"Rest up for now," he said.
Sophia nodded slightly.
Brandon left Sophia's place and went straight home.
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