A Spoonful of Sugar: Don’t Beg for Love

Chapter 56

“You’re threatening me?”

Enraged, Sophia shouted, “You old hag! Who do you think you are? How dare you threaten me? When

Hesper was here, you kept kissing her feet, and now that she’s left, you’re doing the same with her

son? Listen, this is the Duvals’ residence, not the Riveras’! You should know who your masters are!”

“I know, I know, I just don’t want…”

Wanda lowered her head humbly.

However, Sophia didn’t give her a chance to finish her sentence and pinched her.

“Alright, if you care so much about this little bastard, you’ll suffer in his place!”

Again and again, Sophia’s long nails dug into her. Wanda’s arms started bruising and her tears welled

up.

“Granny, please let go of me.” Ren couldn’t stand seeing her suffer, so he escaped her grasp and

kicked Sophia. “Old witch! How could you bully us!”

“How dare you kick me!” Sophia found her chance. She reached out to grab his collar to teach him a This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

lesson!

The little boy easily evaded it. Seeing someone from the corner of his eyes, he immediately stood still.

Sophia grabbed him and scoffed. “Go ahead, kick me again. Weren’t you fearless just now? Do it

again!”

Ren pretended to be annoyed, so Sophia yelled, “How dare you glare at me!” Immediately after that,

she smacked him on his bottom. The

slap was loud.

“Sophia, what are you doing!”

Rickard had walked over and seen everything. His pupils shrank.

“Dad, Aunt Sophia hit me.” The kid started crying and wiggled away from Sophia, running into his

father’s arms. “Not only did she hit me, but she also attacked Granny Wanda too. Look at Granny

Wanda’s arm. Aunt Sophia did that! She tried to do that to me too! Granny protected me!”

Rickard glanced over and saw the dreadful bruises on her arm. If that happened to Renfrew, his child

wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Sophia!” The man was infuriated.

Sophia immediately begged for forgiveness. “Don’t listen to the little shit. I didn’t do anything to him!”

“Little shit?” Rickard repeated, his cold eyes stern. “He’s my son. What do you mean by calling him a

little shit?”

“That’s not what I meant…” Sophia wanted to explain, but it was too late.

Rickard waved his arm and scolded. “I guess you have nothing better to do at home since you’re

creating conflict. You’re an adult now, so it’s time for you to get married. We don’t need trouble at

home!”

“Rickard!” Sophia couldn’t believe it. She didn’t go overboard, but he was already forcing her to get

married. “No. I’m not seeing anyone. I’m not going to get married!”

“It’s not up to you.”