Iris Harris looked at her indifferently.
Sophia Sutton seemed to be acting in her best interest, but weren't her words just threats?
Her heart grew colder and colder, a hint of sadness surfaced in her eyes, knowing full well that she had suffered violence, yet Sophia Sutton was urging her to submit to Henry Ford.
"If you won't help me," she said softly, "then please don't speak such words in front of me. Right now, you are really making me feel very—disgusted!"
The last two words slipped from her pale lips, laden with deep disgust.
As a woman, how could she say such things in front of the victim?
She had almost been raped, and she was actually being told to submissively marry the rapist?! Even if that rapist was idolized in Casselvia, held in high regard, what he did to her was still violence, unrelated to his status!
She didn't know if she had gone mad or if Sophia Sutton had.
The conversation could not continue.
