Last night was the same—no way to escape. Evander Lancaster had tormented her for half the night, and now her whole body felt as if it had been run over by a car, sore and weak.
Sophia Hamilton lay in her own room, wrapped up in her comforter, catching up on sleep.
Half-asleep, she heard the doorbell ring outside. Sophia turned over, pulled the comforter over her head, and went back to sleep.
"Ding-dong, ding-dong…" The doorbell outside the bedroom kept ringing non-stop. Sophia threw back the comforter in annoyance and got out of bed, grumbling as she walked out to open the door, "Going out to buy groceries and not even taking the key, seriously!"
She groggily opened the door, then headed back with her hair like a bird's nest, walking toward her bedroom as she said, "Mom, next time remember to take the key when you go out…"
"Miss Han!" Violet Zimmerman deliberately raised her voice. Sophia jolted, and her drowsiness vanished on the spot.
