Chapter 421

Sophia Evans had just stepped out of the hospital when several men in black suits forced her into a waiting car.

The door slammed shut before she could even scream.

The royal family had acted faster than expected.

The King and Queen listened to Killer's vivid account with faces dark as thunder. When they heard how their daughter had been scalded with boiling water, the Queen shattered her favorite teacup in fury.

"Bring that wretch to me," the Queen commanded, her voice icy.

In a dimly lit basement, Sophia found herself chained to the wall.

"Let me go! Do you know who I am?" she shrieked, rattling the chains violently.

The burn on her face throbbed painfully, reminding her of Vivian Laurent's cold expression.

"This must be Vivian's doing! I'll kill her!"

She kicked and clawed at the metal door, her nails screeching against the surface.

"When I get out, I'll make you all suffer!"

Only echoes answered her desperate threats.

Hours later, footsteps approached.

A uniformed guard pushed a cart bearing a silver tea set.

"Please... let me go," Sophia whimpered, switching tactics. "I can pay you—anything you want."

The guard smirked and leisurely poured steaming tea.

Sophia's eyes widened in horror as she remembered the water she'd thrown at Fiona Grandelle.

"No... don't—"

Scalding liquid splashed across her face.

Her agonized screams filled the chamber.

The guard watched impassively as she writhed on the floor. "That was from the Princess."

Sophia curled into a fetal position, the stench of burnt flesh filling her nostrils.

"And this is from Her Majesty."

By the time the second pour came, she had no voice left to scream.