A Robot Bride Buried By His Bias Chapter 07

A Robot Bride Buried By His Bias Chapter 07

Sophie knelt on the rug.

Clutching Gabriel’s calves.

Sobbing like a drowning rat.

“Gabriel, believe me!”

“Leo forged the evidence!”

“He’s just smearing me to avenge his sister!”

Gabriel’s trembling hands picked up the manila envelope.

Papers rustled in his grip.

Clearly showing the offshore wire confirmation.

The signature bore Sophie’s handwriting.

Stamped with her inked thumbprint.

Another Homicide Division supplementary report.

Highlighted the hit-and-run driver’s confession.

Acting on Sophie’s orders.

To deliberately ram Luna’s car on that rainy night.

Gabriel looked completely drained.

He kicked Sophie away violently.

Roaring with bloodshot eyes.

“You did it?”

“You actually did it?”

“You hired a hitman just to replace her?”

Sophie tumbled to the floor.

Her mask shattered, she threw caution to the wind.

She let out a creepy, hysterical laugh.

“So what if I did!”

“Gabriel, stop playing the devoted saint!”

She pointed at his nose.

“If you hadn’t texted me constantly saying your marriage was a prison.”

“Saying you only loved me.”

“Calling Luna a lifeless piece of furniture.”

“Would I have decided to eliminate her for you?”

Sophie laughed until tears streamed down.

“You’re just a coward who lacked the guts. I merely fulfilled your wish!”

The words pierced like a poisoned blade.

Piercing Gabriel’s last defense.

He stumbled back, covering his face in agony.

Chloe stared in disbelief at the Aunt Sophie who spoiled her.

She suddenly lunged like a maniac.

Tearing at Sophie’s hair.

Crying and hitting.

“You killed my mom!”

“You murderer!”

“Give my mom back!”

Sophie took a bloody beating from the girl, yet kept screaming crazily.

I sat quietly on the sofa.

One arm slanted.

My mechanical eyes coldly recording this pathetic spectacle of rats turning on each other.

Internal alarms blared louder.

The countdown to my motherboard frying from overheating.

Beeping death knells echoed in the living room.

“No wonder…”

Using my last juice, I drove my vocal cords to rasp out a synthetic voice.

“No wonder when I was trapped in the car.”

“I called you twelve times, and it went straight to voicemail.”

“No wonder your eyes screamed impatience when forcing me onto that operating table.”

I looked at Gabriel.

“Gabriel, you two are truly a perfect match.”

That sentence completely broke Gabriel.

He dropped to my left arm lying on the ground.

Wailing in absolute despair.

Tears hit the floor, mixing with dust.