Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 282 Warm Interactions

Sophie shot a warning, "Hey, what do you guys want? Try anything funny, and I'll scream for help."

The thug just grinned, totally unfazed. "Relax, we don't want anything. Just wanna buy you a coffee."

Two guys moved in to grab her, following his lead.

Sophie took a couple of steps back, her voice shaky. "I'm not alone. My husband will be here any second."

They clearly didn't buy it and kept closing in on her.

"Honey."

Just when Sophie was freaking out, a familiar voice came from behind.

She spun around, almost relieved, and saw Richard standing a few feet away, hands in his pockets, looking all chill.

His "Honey" was like a lifeline, and she dashed over to him, grabbing his arm.

"Honey, what's going on? These your friends?" Richard asked, his eyes sweeping over the group, sounding totally indifferent.

Sophie shook her head.

The guys hadn't expected anyone to show up, especially not a man. It was broad daylight, and they weren't dumb enough to cause a scene. With her "husband" there, the thug waved them off.

As they walked away, Sophie let out a sigh of relief.

Richard's teasing voice snapped her back to reality. "I'm curious, if I hadn't shown up, who were you planning to have pretend to be your husband?"

The word "pretend" made Sophie reluctantly let go of his arm.

She'd almost gotten swept up in his earlier "Honey."

How could she forget Richard had nothing to do with her? He only played along to help her out.

"I need to pick up the kids," Sophie mumbled, heading quickly towards the kindergarten just ahead.

After a bit, Richard caught up with her.

Sophie looked at him, surprised.

Wasn't he just passing by?

Richard glanced at her. "Why are you looking at me like that? I'm the kid's dad. Can't I pick up my daughter?"

Of course, he could! Sophie was surprised but also pleased.

She remembered when he first got out, he wouldn't go near Abby, refusing to admit she was his daughter.

He used to be so harsh whenever he saw Sophie and Abby, and Abby was terrified of him.

But in the past six months, Richard had changed a bit.

he seemed to have gotten used to calling Abby his

was already out, and most of the kids had

alone, watching the door eagerly, her

felt a pang in her heart and quickly walked to the classroom

eyes lit up.

stopped halfway when she saw Richard behind her.

was joyful and clear, but now her

over with a smile. "First time I've

felt a bit

don't you go play on

led away

for Sophie and Richard. "Have a seat. I want to

sudden request made Sophie uneasy, wondering if Abby had

have any worries. They should play, cry, make mistakes, and

teacher pulled out two drawings from a stack and handed them over. "Look, these are Abby's

but look at

was simple, but the meaning

bridge, with a small figure falling from it,

out to

teacher smiled. "Abby titled this

recalling the scene when it

under the bridge and saw Abby being thrown down. He didn't have time to think; catching her

is her, and this is her dad. She said her Mommy told her that her Daddy

blankly at

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hadn't expected Abby to draw

that Richard loved her, hoping

drawing depicted

playing on a

Daddy never played with her and Mommy. This is her dream, not reality, so Daddy

This sentence struck Richard's

even though Abby called him Daddy, he was actually blank to her, without warmth. Sophie felt very uncomfortable seeing this

had kept all this inside. The teacher pointed outside

Abby was playing

lacks the vitality that children her age should have.

tears

heartbroken and guilty. As a mother, she

than the company of their parents. I

Richard standing by the slide. She ran to Sophie, holding her hand. "Mommy, I don't want

kindergarten together, Richard tried a few times

walking a bit, Richard suddenly

to Abby, "Abby, how about Daddy takes you to

burger?"

didn't answer immediately; she looked

made Sophie feel

to you, why