Chapter 1253
Chapter 1253
The chubby woman felt as if her mind exploded with fear and shock. Realization sank in, but the truth was far too terrifying to ponder. She could guess what kind of fate she would have to face, but she didn't think that far. She didn't want to.
At first, she thought Toby was threatened by Sonia, so she came to interrupt their monkey business as per Lynette's orders. They thought Toby wouldn't get angry at them for banging on the door, since they were there to save him. In fact, they thought he would reward them. But now they realized things were different from what they had in mind. He got back with her not because he was threatened, but because he wanted to. Will he thank us now? No, I don't think so. He sent me flying just because I called Sonia a b*tch. He's going to get back at us badly for banging on the door.
The chubby woman stopped thinking. The more she thought, the more terrified she was. Why did I even insult her? I could have just left after I banged on the door. I didn't have to go that far, and now look at what happened. What should I do?
Just like the chubby woman, the other woman had the same thought. They were both birds of the same feather, after all. Anyway, they were now scared out of their wits. They needed help desperately, but none came.
Toby set these women aside for a moment. Concerned, he said, "I hope I didn't scare you."
Sonia shook her head, smiling. "Surprised you did that, but I wasn't scared."
Toby answered, "I am not a woman beater, but they went too far, so I had no choice but to use violence. I didn't want you to think I'm an abuser, though." NôvelDrama.Org © content.
That would be bad. If she thinks I'm a woman beater, she might think I would abuse her one day. I don't want her to think I'm a villain. She might distance herself from me. That was his concern.
Sonia shook her head. "No. I know you aren't an abuser. I know why you did that to them. You did it for me. They insulted me. I'm happy you came to my defense. No, I wouldn't be scared." A lot of men wouldn't even help their girlfriends when they were insulted. Not only would they not fight back against their girlfriend's bullies, but they would also tell their girlfriends to just shrug it off. Men like those were despicable.
What Toby did deserved praise. Instead of staying silent when his girlfriend was insulted, he stepped in and taught those bullies a lesson. Yes, it was a bit bloody, but she didn't think it was wrong. Real men would step in and protect their girlfriends when the time called for it. Men like these were worth their girlfriend's trust.
Oh. She doesn't think that what I did was wrong and that I'm an abuser. He heaved a sigh of relief and patted her head, then he made a call.
He's calling Tom. Probably to take care of these two. Sonia left him to his own business while she turned her attention to the girls.
The skinnier woman was still covering her bleeding mouth. Her face was pale, and she didn't move a muscle. The fat one—the one Toby kicked—was still on the ground, clutching her belly in agony. Her forehead was drenched in sweat and she tried to get up multiple times, but the pain would shoot up her abdomen every time she tried to move, draining even more color from her face, and she would lay back down. Toby didn't hold back. That was a solid kick. Otherwise, the girl would have already gotten to her feet, seeing as that layer of fat is protecting her.
The moment the chubby woman noticed Sonia looking at her, she froze up. Her jaw dropped, and with a quivering voice, she said, "M-Miss Reed."
Oh, she's terrified of me. A small smile tugged at her lips. "Oh, please don't call me that. I'm a b*tch to you, remember? Call me a b*tch."
She's… She's mocking me. All color drained from the chubby woman's face, especially when Toby shot her a killer look when he heard Sonia's sarcastic remark. If she could faint, she would have.
However, the chubby woman was well-built. No matter what she did, she couldn't faint, so she forced a smile instead. Now her voice was laden with fear. "T-That's a good joke, Miss Reed. I-I wouldn't call you that. I-It was just a… a slip of the tongue. Please forgive me, Miss Reed. Please. I- I can do anything." If she lets it slide, maybe Mr. Fuller will let me go as well.
"A slip of the tongue, eh?" She doubled down on the sarcasm, and her smile lost all warmth. "There are no slips of the tongue. It's just an excuse for letting your real thoughts slip. You called me a b*tch because you think I am one."
The chubby woman almost cried, but she kept shaking her head. "No, no, no, Miss Reed. That's not true. I… I…" She kept stammering, but not a single word came out, and she kept sweating.
Sonia chuckled. "You what? You can't come up with a reason? Guess so. It's because you can't think of a good one, and you won't ever find one. As I said, you called me a b*tch because that's what you think of me. You know that, deep in your heart. That's why you failed to come up with any excuses, am I right?"
The chubby woman stared at Sonia in horror. She tried to say something, but not a word came out. S-She's terrifying. She got it all right. What she said to Sonia earlier was what she truly thought of her. No matter what kind of excuse she could come up with, it would sound fake. Even she thought anything she said would be a lie, let alone others.
The chubby woman lay back down, her strength leaving her. Her friend gave her a look of sympathy, and she felt glad her mouth was hurt. She was lucky her veneer fell out so she couldn't say anything, or she would have also called Sonia a b*tch. I would have been kicked and Sonia would have come and made things more embarrassing for me.
"Alright, that's enough. We called the guards. They'll be here any second now, but before that, tell us why you banged on our door." Sonia crossed her arms.
Toby tucked his phone away and held her in his embrace. He was silent, but his presence alone made the women submit.
The women looked at each other. Guess we'll have to come clean. All they did was talk to Sonia the wrong way, and Toby was already going to kill them. If they refused to come clean, they might show up in the obituary a week later.