Sophia froze.
For a long moment, her mind went completely blank—then, slowly, the realization hit her.
If it hadn't been for that other car—an identical Rolls-Royce that just happened to drive ahead of hers—then…
She didn't even dare finish the thought.
Her six children had all been inside that car.
A shiver ran through her entire body, and it felt as if someone had dropped her straight into an ice cellar. Her hands wouldn't stop trembling; her skin was cold, her blood frozen solid.
"Who did this?" she whispered.
"I have someone in mind," Lucas said, his voice dark and low. "But I can't confirm it yet."
The first person that came to Sophia's mind was Aiden.
Her pupils tightened. "Are you kidding me? Your uncle? That man's willing to kill for an inheritance? What kind of monster does that?!"
Sophia, who had been raised to be a refined lady, never used crude words. But this time, the shock tore through her restraint.
