My foolish Godfather husband led me back to conquer New York Chapter 03

My foolish Godfather husband led me back to conquer New York Chapter 03

Sophia came to see me on the third day after my wedding.

She wore a red suit, a full set of diamond jewelry around her neck, her gaze sweeping across my room the moment she stepped inside.

When she saw the jewelry boxes on the table, her expression stiffened—just for a second.

Then she smiled.

“Looks like the De Luca family hasn’t treated you badly.”

I sat by the window, sipping tea.

“Not bad.”

She sat down, picked up a cup, her tone deliberately light.

“But marrying an idiot—what’s the point of all that jewelry?”

I didn’t answer.

From the garden came Nico’s voice.

“Darling! Darling, look at me!”

The next second, he burst into the room, holding a large bunch of wildflowers.

There was still dirt on them.

He didn’t even glance at Sophia—he ran straight to me.

“Darling, I picked the reddest ones!”

Sophia recoiled in disgust.

A bit of mud splashed onto her heels.

Her face tightened.

“Mr. Nico really is… childlike.”

Nico suddenly turned to look at her.

The smile vanished from his face.

“You’re not allowed to laugh at darling.”

Sophia froze.

“What?”

Nico stepped in front of me, spreading his arms as if to shield me.

“You just said darling was bad.”

To be contradicted in public—by someone she considered a fool—made Sophia’s expression turn ugly.

She let out a cold laugh.

“I’m just concerned about my sister.”

Nico frowned.

“Darling doesn’t need your concern. Darling has me.”

I looked at his broad back, and something inside me shifted, just a little.

Sophia stood up, forcing her smile back into place.

“It seems my sister is doing very well here. That puts me at ease.”

She walked toward the door, then added in a low voice,

“Marrying an idiot—this is as far as you’ll ever go.”

I set down my teacup.

“Dear sister.”

She turned back.

I looked at her and smiled faintly.

“Next time you visit, wear shoes that don’t mind a little mud.”

Sophia left with a livid expression.

Nico turned back to me, looking nervous.

“Darling… not angry?”

I looked at the messy bouquet in his hands.

“Not angry.”

He let out a breath of relief and shoved the flowers into my arms.

“Then darling smile.”

I didn’t smile.

But I kept the flowers.

A few days later, Sophia came again.

This time, she didn’t bring mockery.

She brought a request.

“Evelyn, the Graysons want to secure a shipping permit from the De Luca ports. Could you mention it to the Dowager for me?”

I looked at her—and suddenly remembered something from years ago.

I had a fever and wanted to see the family doctor.

Sophia had sat on the staircase, swinging her legs, and said,

“You’re just an illegitimate daughter. Don’t act like you’re one of us.”

And now, she sat in my living room, asking me to speak for her husband.

I set my cup down.

“Dear sister, I’m just an illegitimate daughter who married an idiot. What influence could I possibly have in the De Luca family?”

Sophia’s face went pale instantly.

Of course she recognized her own words.

I stood up.

“Lena, see her out.”

Sophia clenched her teeth.

“Evelyn, don’t forget—you’re a Hart.”

I paused.

“No.”

I turned back to look at her.

“From the day I married into this family, I am a De Luca.”

She had nothing left to say.