THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 161: About the whole situation about Angel...

Chapter 161: About the whole situation about Angel...

Tryson’s words lingered in the air, echoing in the silence that followed. The room seemed to hold its breath, each person grappling with the weight of what had been said.

It was as if the very walls themselves had absorbed his words, and for a subtle, fleeting moment, they all came to the quiet realization that perhaps Tryson had been right in his assessment of the situation.

The tension in the room was palpable, and it was clear that everyone was contemplating the gravity of what was at stake.

Sophia, breaking the silence, spoke with a quiet but undeniable force. "Angel was indeed hurt by the information. You all disappointed her deeply with what happened," she said, her gaze steady, locking onto each person in the room.

Her words cut through the air like a sharp blade, revealing a truth they couldn’t deny.

Tryson, unable to avoid the truth of her words, felt a pang of guilt rise within him.

He could not shake the thought of the hurt look in Angel’s eyes when everything had come to light.

His mind whirled as he reflected on Sophia’s words, the weight of them sinking deeper into his chest.

It was true.

He had let Angel down, more than he could ever have imagined. But despite the burning ache in his heart, he knew that there was nothing he could do to undo the damage he had caused.

He had acted out of desperation, longing for his father’s affection, never intending to break Angel’s heart.

But in his pursuit, he had found something far more precious to him than he ever expected, and yet, at the same time, he realized that he might be the one to destroy it all, slipping away from his grasp forever.

Sophia’s voice pulled him from his spiraling thoughts.

"Listen, the fact that Angel has decided to do this, and the fact that she chose to stay at her house instead... could it mean that she’s planning to gather evidence against Arthur? Could she have something that might get him imprisoned for what he’s done?"

Her voice trembled slightly, a mix of hope and fear flickering in her eyes as she turned to look at the others, seeking some sort of confirmation.

Jude, sensing the delicate moment, spoke softly. "Do you want Arthur to get imprisoned for what he has done?" His words were gentle, but there was an underlying question in them—one that he hoped wouldn’t shatter the fragile balance of their emotions.

Sophia’s face tightened, her expression a mixture of sorrow and realization. "He’s obsessed," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The weight of the word seemed to hang in the air, each syllable vibrating with the depth of her understanding. She held her breath as if the very admission could shatter her, feeling the word crawl through her veins like a cold shiver.

"Obsessed with the power, the strength he could gain. I could have never imagined this about him. How did I miss it? Did I fail to see what was right in front of me?" Her voice cracked, a vulnerable softness in her tone that made her question herself.

Jude’s response was tender, his words meant to soothe. "You know you wouldn’t have known, even if you had tried to see it," he said, reaching out to comfort her, his voice steady and warm despite the uncertainty that filled the room.

He wanted her to know that she wasn’t at fault, that no one could have predicted what Arthur had become.

In that moment, the room seemed to pause, as everyone grappled with their own thoughts and the uncertain future that lay ahead. The complex web of emotions—guilt, fear, love, and loss—was woven tightly around them all. They could feel the weight of the choices ahead, and no one could say for certain what would happen next.

Sophia’s breath hitched as she slowly turned her gaze toward Jude, her eyes filled with a quiet pain. For a moment, the weight of everything she had been holding inside seemed to break free, and she shook her head in disbelief. Her voice trembled, a mix of frustration and sorrow pouring out with every word.

"The truth isn’t that I wasn’t content where I was," she began, her voice soft but resolute. "I loved what we had. I loved our relationship, and every single day, we worked tirelessly to build the company, to make it better, to excel. But what I see in his eyes now... it’s something I know I can’t control." She paused, her throat tight as she struggled to keep her composure. "He made his choice. He decided to take this path, and whatever consequences come with it, I will just have to watch it all unfold in his life."

Her words lingered in the air like a heavy sigh, a realization that she could no longer keep trying to change him, no longer fight the inevitable. "He should have known how much it would hurt," she continued, her voice breaking slightly. "But it’s like he doesn’t care. Not even about the fact that he’s willing to abort his own child. I saw it in his eyes, Jude. He’s consumed by obsession, obsessed with power and control, more than anything else."

Tryson, who had been quietly listening to her pain, finally spoke up, his tone unexpectedly calm yet heavy with significance. "Do you know he’s also planning to abort Angel’s child?" His words sliced through the conversation like a sudden storm, catching everyone off guard.

Sophia froze, her body rigid as she processed his words, her mind struggling to grasp the horror of what she had just heard. She turned to him, her face a mask of disbelief.

"What did you say?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, unable to comprehend the gravity of the statement.

Tryson didn’t flinch, meeting her gaze with an intensity that spoke volumes. "I said, he’s planning to abort Angel’s child too," he reiterated, his voice steady but laced with anger.

Sophia’s heart sank, her thoughts racing. "How could that be possible?" she muttered, her eyes wide with shock. "He wanted to abort my own child—why would he do that to Angel?"

Jude, his expression unreadable, spoke again, his words sharp but filled with a quiet understanding. "Well, he’s greedy for money. If he’s willing to do that for you, what makes you think he wouldn’t do the same for Angel? Power and money are all he cares about now."

Sophia’s head snapped toward him at the mention of his greed, her eyes darkening with a mix of anger and disbelief. She gently shook her head, her fingers trembling as she processed the reality of the man she thought she knew, the man she had once trusted.

The room was thick with silence, each person grappling with the truth they were faced with. What had once been a relationship built on trust and love was now a dangerous game of manipulation, obsession, and betrayal. The weight of the decisions, the irreversible actions that were being set in motion, hung over them like an impending storm.

Sophia’s breath caught as she struggled to process the weight of the conversation.

"He didn’t seem serious about terminating Angel’s child," she murmured, shaking her head slowly, as if trying to push away the nagging thought. "That can’t be possible. If we had known, I would have told you all. But... that’s all I know about the whole situation." She exhaled deeply, the disbelief lingering in her chest like a heavy stone, suffocating her.

Tryson, sensing the turmoil in her voice, leaned forward slightly, his expression softening but his resolve unwavering.

"It’s nothing to worry about, Sophia," he said gently, his tone firm yet reassuring. "If you had told us what you knew, we would have acted immediately. You can be sure of that. We’ll do whatever it takes to get Angel away from Arthur’s custody, no matter what it takes."

His words were steady, filled with a sense of purpose that anchored the room. His determination was a promise, and Sophia could feel it, a spark of hope in the midst of the darkness.

Sophia nodded, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. The pain was still raw, but in that moment, she allowed herself a flicker of relief. "She needs you more than anything right now," she said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "She’s worried, and I can feel it. I know she’s terrified."

Tryson didn’t respond immediately. He just nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze distant for a moment as if contemplating what was to come next. He stood up from his seat with quiet deliberation, his body moving with purpose.

"I’ll take my leave," Tryson said calmly, his voice like the stillness before a storm.

His words, though brief, carried a weight of finality, and without another glance, he turned and left the room.

The silence that followed felt profound, almost oppressive, as the two of them remained seated, the air thick with the weight of unspoken thoughts and impending action.

For a moment, it was just Sophia and Jude left in the room, their shared understanding unspoken but palpable, as both of them knew the hard road ahead was one they could not turn away from.

As Tryson left the room, the silence in the room seemed to stretch, heavy and thick, as if the weight of his departure lingered in the air.

Sophia turned her gaze toward Jude, her eyes thoughtful, as though wrestling with the emotions she couldn’t quite put into words. After a long moment of contemplation, she finally spoke, her voice quieter than usual, almost hesitant.

"Could I tell you something?" she asked, her tone carrying a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before.

Jude, sensing the shift in her demeanor, nodded with understanding, his gaze softening, welcoming her words without question.

Sophia held his gaze for a moment, then looked away, her thoughts clearly elsewhere. She stared at the place where Tryson had just stood, the spot now filled with a void that seemed impossible to fill. Her mind raced, but she eventually returned her attention to Jude, her eyes filled with concern and a touch of uncertainty.

"Angel was so much in love with Tryson," she said, her words coming slowly, weighed down with the gravity of the situation. "Are you sure this isn’t going to create another conflict between them?" Her voice wavered with the fear of what might come, of the deep emotions that could be stirred by the complicated relationship they all found themselves in.

Jude looked at her, his expression unreadable for a moment, and then his gaze softened. He understood the depth of her concern, the delicate nature of the emotions involved. But in that instant, he couldn’t provide the reassurance she so desperately needed. All he could do was speak the truth as he saw it.

"Just like you, I hope this doesn’t end up failing," he said quietly, his words laced with a sadness that mirrored her own. "They have a lot to sort out, a lot they both need to say to each other to explain the situation. But..." He let the sentence trail off, the uncertainty hanging in the air between them. "That’s all I can say for now."

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