My Mirror Image

Chapter 128

“Help! Come quickly! Sonia was hit!”

There was a ruckus outside, and those inside started to head out in groups.

Candice sensed a sudden chill in Alex’s demeanor before he swiftly made his way outside.

She chose to stay put, observing as the crowd dispersed. With so many already attending to the

situation, she

felt her presence was unnecessary.

The abrupt downpour had made the weather gloomy, and the visibility was poor outside, making it

challenging

to go out anyway.

The room gradually emptied, leaving only a few people whom Candice didn’t recognize dispersed

throughout.

A message came through from Hanley, and she had just finished responding when the others began

returning,

filling the room with noise once again.

Candice noticed Sonia. Her face was pale, and her hair was damp and clinging to her face. She looked

like a fragile flower, and she stayed close to Alex, gingerly assisted by a few others.

Assuming Sonia had injured her foot, Candice moved aside to allow the group to pass.

Sonia was seated on a couch, her expression still etched with fear, but she managed a weak smile and

quietly expressed her gratitude to everyone. “Thanks for the concern, but I’m okay.”

Marc quickly asked, “Are you sure? Perhaps you should visit a hospital for a check–up.”

His concern was palpable. Given that he was the host, he wouldn’t want to be held accountable for any

mishaps.

Sieg chimed in. “With this rain, there’s a risk of infection. Lex, it might be best for you to take Sonia to

the hospital.”

His tone was the same as usual but laced with sincere worry.

Candice raised her eyebrows.

“Should we head to the hospital?” Alex asked gently, his gaze fixed on the gash in Sonia’s palm,

sounding almost soothing.

Sonia hesitated, biting her lip. Her complexion was pale, and she looked even more disheveled from

the rain.

She maintained a brave and reasonable demeanor as she assured Alex, however. “It’s just a small cut.

I’ll be

all right. Don’t let me stop your fun. A bit of ointment will do.”

Marc hurried to retrieve a first aid kit. “Let’s get that wound treated quickly then.”

Sonia’s clothes were drenched, and she looked uncomfortable. “May I use your bathroom?” she asked

awkwardly.

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A girl nearby quickly prompted Marc to provide Sonia with some clothes from his sister to change into. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

With her injured hand, Sonia struggled to take off her outer wet things. She glanced at Alex for help.

Someone teased, “Hey, Lex, are you going to assist Sonia with changing? If you do, will we ever see

you two

return?”

The joke sparked laughter among the group.

Sonia blushed deeply and, looking at Alex, murmured, “It’s okay, I can manage.”

Alex’s expression remained unaltered as he remarked, “But your hand is injured.”

Sonia’s face was flushed.

She glanced around and noticed Candice on the outskirts of the crowd, and called out imploringly,

“Candice,

can you help me, please?”

Candice was about to decline, but another girl interjected, “So, you’ll change first and then take care of

the wound? It might be tough to do it the other way around.”

Sonia smiled at Candice and said, “I’d really appreciate your help.”

Reluctantly, Candice began heading towards the guest room.

However, she soon realized Sonia wasn’t following. Turning around, she found Sonia still standing

there, looking sheepish.

Sonia sounded apologetic as she asked, “Candice, could you give me a hand walking there?”

Candice briefly looked at Sonia’s feet and stayed silent, then moved to assist her.

Sonia leaned heavily on Candice, who had to use both hands to support her due to Sonia’s lack of

strength.

Candice frowned, her expression concerned. “Have you injured your leg?”

Sonia blinked, her voice soft as she replied, “I might have twisted my ankle.”

Candice nodded and helped Sonia make it to the guest room.

Already damp and muddy, by the time they got to the guest room, some of the dirt had transferred from

Sonia onto Candice’s clothes.

A single set of clean clothes had been laid out by the housekeeper on the bed.

As Candice stepped away, Sonia noticed the marks she left on her and apologized quietly, “Sorry. I

didn’t mean to do that.”

Candice examined the minor stains on her clothing and responded nonchalantly, “Change into clean

clothes. Call me if you need assistance.”

“I’m going to shower,” Sonia said, smiling apologetically before heading towards the bathroom with the

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In stark contrast to her earlier difficulty, her walk was steady.

Candice observed her effortless movement, her expression growing thoughtful.

Sonia spent quite some time in the bathroom, moving cautiously due to her injury and fear of

aggravating it.

Candice waited. She contemplated cleaning her clothes in the bathroom but refrained as Sonia

occupied it.

Unwilling to ask for and wear someone else’s attire, she decided to leave her clothes as they were.

When Sonia returned, she was dressed in the fresh clothes, with her makeup reapplied. She informed

Candice crisply, “I’m ready.”

Sonia did not rely on Candice’s assistance when they left and walked a little ahead of her.

A new round of games had already begun, and the atmosphere was upbeat even though the rain

continued.

A partygoer spotted them and called to Sonia. “Lex and the others are in the billiards room.”

Sonia acknowledged with a grunt and turned to Candice. “I’m going to join Lex.” Sonia walked off.

Candice stayed where she had stopped, then found a corner and sat down, distractedly using her

phone.

She couldn’t go home because the rain didn’t seem to be ending. She contemplated calling Jackson. A

male voice interrupted her thoughts..

“Hey. The one by the window in black.”

Candice realized with surprise that he was addressing her. She looked over at an unfamiliar man.

He seemed to be in a bad mood. “See that coat next to you? Bring it to me.”

Candice looked. A coat did lie beside her. She hesitated but complied, bringing it over to him.

He leaned against the entrance to the billiards room.

As she approached, Candice had to cross paths with Sieg and another man exiting the room.

She handed over the coat, and said composedly, “Here’s your coat.”

“Rolf, despite your many flings, you aren’t blind, are you?” Sieg halted, then focused on Candice,

examining her from head to toe before sneering. “You’re filthy.”