"Lucas… I'm fine."
He moved carefully, almost afraid to touch her.
Moments ago, without knowing she was injured, he had gripped her too hard—hard enough to reopen her stitches.
Lucas shut his eyes.
"I'm sorry… I failed to protect you."
Sophia's eyes softened.
She placed a hand on his head.
"I've got a stubborn life. Heaven isn't ready to take me yet."
"It must hurt."
"It doesn't. I'm too relieved to feel pain right now. I was right about everything. This time, I'm dragging the entire Morgan family straight to hell. Forever. No chance of coming back. This game? I've been the one controlling it. Now… I choose to end it."
She tried to pull Lucas up, but he didn't budge.
"I'm sorry," she murmured. "I should've told you I was safe. But Uncle Gordon came just in time."
Marcus had returned to the country the day of her accident.
Sophia had sent him her location, hoping to meet briefly—and he arrived at the exact moment the crash happened.
