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Chapter six

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The chirping sound of the birds woke Jack up. He turned slightly and looked at the wall clock dangling on the wall. He murmured as he tried to get up from his bed. A flash reminder of the chat he had with Sophia crossed his mind again. 

Could she really do it?

Jack smirked. He remembered what the doctor had told him. He had spinal cord damage, and not even the most skilled doctors could heal him. He grabbed his phone and saw tons of messages. He was having a lot to attend to, and not to mention the fact that he was losing face in the elite society. 

Jack, who was at the pinnacle of his career, was slowly going down the ladder. The door opened slightly, and Felix walked in. "Are you set for the date?" 

"Does this look like I am? Why do you ask me idiotic questions sometimes, Felix? Do you enjoy making me lose my anger?"

Felix said nothing but simply bowed and walked out. He knew his boss was having an off day when the day had only just begun. His phone buzzed; Jack tried to see who the caller was. Richard,""he said with a smirk. 

Richard had also distanced himself from him right after the accident. 

"Jack, I thought we had an agreement. Don't you think you need to be here?" Richard said almost with anger. Jack was supposed to be at the office to finalize the deal, but there he was, still in bed. 

"I think it is left to me to decide if I want the contract or not. And what with that tone?" Jack said with anger. 

"I don't see how a cripple has the right to choose. We follow what I want and not what you want." Richard snapped. 

"That is it, Richard. I want you to know that you are nothing without me. You hear me, You are nothing!" Jack shouted in annoyance and threw his phone towards the door. 

It crashed into the wall in front of him, and it dashed into pieces. The door opened and Sophia walked in. She looked at the floor and back at Jack. "Is everything alright?" She asked as she gently bent down to pick up the broken phone. 

"You really need to learn to control your anger," she added without looking at his face. 

"Oh really? When you told me you could heal me, was that a lie?" Jack asked 

Sophia's gaze landed on him, "Is this what it is all about? The fact that you cannot walk doesn't mean you have to transfer your aggression onto all of us." She lashed back at him. 

Jack flared up in anger, "What is this? Do you think I want to marry you?" He raised an angry eyebrow, making it look almost like he was going to get up from his bed.

"You would still be stuck in your family house. I know they don't want you. You should be happy that I am here saving your ass." Jack said angrily. "Saving my ass? And who the hell do you think you are? You are nothing without me right now, Jack Sinclair. You need to stop getting over your head." Sophia barked as she headed back to her room.

Jack's gaze followed right behind her as she walked. "Who does he think he is?" Sophia said in anger, 

She looked at the portion she had made for him. She wanted to tell him it was going to work little by little until he was strong enough to be on his feet. 

The recipes had been passed down from generation to generation. 

Sophia remembered her grandmother's words echoing in her head. "This will heal anything. All you need to do is believe in yourself." 

Sophia took the book and flung it across the room. "He deserves to be crippled, and he sure doesn't deserve someone like me." Sophia said in anger as she lay on the bed. 

Ever since they got married, they have always slept in different rooms. Their marriage was one of convenience with nothing attached. Sophia tried to shut her eyes, but then she heard a gentle knock on the door. 

She walked briskly to have it open, thinking it was Jack. "So he had come to apologize after all." She said with a smile on her face, but as she opened the door, what she saw made her furrow her face. 

 Sophia looked at the young girl standing in front of her; she saw she was carrying a scroll that looked ancient in her hands. * What do you want?" Sophia managed to get her confidence. "Mr. Jack asked me to give this to you." The girl replied and walked off. 

Sophia had it collected and looked at it like she had never seen anything as beautiful as the scroll she was holding. 

She heard the sound of a vehicle engine come to life; she peered from the mirror and saw Jack was just leaving for work. She looked back at the paper and wondered what was in it. The thought of Jack apologizing was all she could think about, but then the possibility of him saying he was no longer interested gnawed at her. 

Sophia cannot afford to go back to her family. She was practically thrown out of the family. She knew her father would have her sold off to some strange man if she refused to make her marriage work with Jack. 

She remembered her first love, who she had planned on getting married to. Thomas was everything she had ever wanted. 

He was her knight in shining armor. Her prince charming, but then one fateful day, Thomas called just to break up things with her, and everything since then, Sophia had never heard of him again. She needs to make this work at any cost. 

The gate slid closed as Jack drove out of the compound. 

Then, Sophia grabbed the scroll once again. Her eyes nearly popping out with what she saw right in front of her. 

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