I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 156

"Sit down, all of you! We are going to get to the bottom of this today." Gillian's face was terrifyingly dark, her voice trembling with barely suppressed rage.

She had never encountered such a toxic, convoluted mess of relationships in her life. And of course, the center of this disaster happened to involve her own son.

Luke froze in his tracks. The second he slightly loosened his grip, Eileen shoved him away with all her might and bolted straight back to Victoria's side.

"Exactly, let's clear it all up. Let's see who the real shameless one is!" She craned her neck, shooting a venomous glare at Luke.

She wanted Luke and Gavin to see perfectly clearly just how utterly despicable the woman they both adored truly was.

Sarah stood outside the doorway, caught in unbearable hesitation. It was her first time meeting her future in-laws, and it was happening under the most humiliating circumstances imaginable.

She desperately wanted to grab Sophie and leave, but walking away now without clearing the air would only make her daughter the ultimate victim.

"Mom, you should go back first." Sophie refused to let her mother get dragged into this mess; she stood up, moving to pull the door shut.

"Sophie, let your mother in. We're all going to sit down and untangle this together."

Gillian had resisted the urge to storm out precisely because she needed the truth. She wanted to see exactly how twisted and deeply rooted this nightmare was.

Sarah gave Gillian a tight nod and slowly stepped into the room.

Victoria was sitting with her back to the door. When she caught sight of the elegant silhouette in the Vintage Velvet High-Slit Gown, she sneered in disgust. Like mother, like daughter.

But the moment Sarah turned around and took a seat beside Sophie, Victoria froze completely. The color drained from her face, and her features twisted into a grotesque mask.

Thirty years had passed. The woman before her had fine lines around her eyes, but those eyes were exactly the same—so dark, so large, so bright. And so absolutely infuriating.

Sarah looked back at her daughter and reached out, wrapping her hand around Sophie's. Both of their hands were freezing cold.

In that moment, it all clicked for Sophie. Harold hadn't just come to beg for forgiveness; he came because of her. He still hadn't let it go. He still desperately wanted to know if she was his flesh and blood.

Refusing to let the narrative slip, Eileen sharply demanded, "What about the vintage red Mary Janes? They're Sophie's exact size. Don't think you can just wash your daughter's hands clean."

"It was a birthday present mailed directly to me, and I sent it right back. He bought me a nearly identical pair of vintage red Mary Janes for my twenty-fourth birthday. Go ahead and ask your mother. She saw me wearing them and 'accidentally' stomped on my foot out of sheer jealousy."

As Sarah spoke, she locked eyes with Victoria.

That piercing gaze... Victoria threw her hands over her eyes. She couldn't bear to look into Sarah's eyes.