Chapter 3 Alone In A Room, What Do You Think?
The road ahead was full of obstacles, but Philip showed no intention of slowing down.
Sophia's heart pounded with fear. 'Is this guy trying to get us killed?'
Eli frowned deeply and lowered his head.
"Mrs. Rhea Mitchell, Mr. Philip Mitchell, he..."
Rhea raised her hand to cut him off, then stepped out of the car, her face expressionless, her eyes cold and sharp.
She stood resolutely in the path of the speeding car, her expression stern.
The roar of the engine was deafening, and the surrounding servants exchanged worried glances but did not move.
"Philip! Stop the car!"
With tension mounting, Sophia shouted, struggling to free her wrist and grab the steering wheel.
Using all her strength, she managed to turn the car and bring it to a screeching halt.
The sound of tires skidding filled the air, and everyone rushed over in a panic.
Thick smoke billowed from under the car, and Sophia coughed uncontrollably, but at least she was alive.
"Sophia, did I tell you to stop the car?"
Philip's large hand clamped around Sophia's delicate neck, the suffocating grip like a venomous snake.
Meeting his cold gaze, Sophia's heart trembled.
Did he really intend to kill someone just now?
Philip was notorious in high society, known for toying with actresses, beating up business moguls, and even assaulting congressmen.
But the Mitchell family was so wealthy and powerful that no one dared to cross them, allowing Philip's behavior to become increasingly erratic and perverse.
The Mitchell family had even produced a certificate of mental illness to explain Philip's actions to the public.
"Let go, let go..."
Sophia managed to choke out the words, her hands desperately trying to pry his fingers from her neck.
Seeing the fierceness in his eyes, Sophia just wanted to escape as quickly as possible.
The car door was pulled open, and Eli stood hesitantly by, not daring to intervene.
"How long are you going to keep this up?"
A stern, authoritative voice rang out. Sophia, on the verge of passing out, caught a blurry glimpse of the speaker.
She could feel her life slipping away.
"If you strangle her to death, I'll find you another, and another, until you produce a grandchild for the Mitchell family."
At these words, Philip's grip loosened, and Sophia fell back, gasping for air, escaping his reach.
'This guy is insane!'
She had almost died just now!
Sophia looked out the car window and saw an elderly woman with silver hair standing nearby.
Her expression was solemn, her gaze fixed on Philip.
This must be Philip's grandmother, Rhea Mitchell.
Philip smirked playfully, his brow furrowing slightly.
"What, just any woman who gets pregnant is supposed to be carrying my child? Does that mean all those women out there are connected to me?"
His eyes bore into Sophia, as if trying to see through her fragile frame.
"Whether it's true or not, you'll find out. Your job is to ensure this child becomes a legitimate member of the Mitchell family."
Seeing Philip remain silent, Rhea turned and left with a final remark.
"The wedding will take place in three days as planned. If you lose the child..."
She didn't finish, but Philip's expression was clearly displeased.
It seemed there was some unresolved issue between them, and Sophia tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.
Suddenly, she felt a burning, probing gaze on her, making her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.
'What is this lunatic planning now?'
The car door was kicked twice and then pulled open, a disdainful voice reaching Sophia's ears.
"Get out."
A simple, curt command.
Sophia didn't dare disobey and quickly got out of the car.
Looking around, she saw they were at a secluded villa, surrounded by birdsong and flowers, a peaceful setting.
She didn't believe Philip had any good intentions, that he would really let her rest and recover.
"Follow me."
Philip said with a frown, striding towards the villa.
Sophia glanced around. This place was even larger than the Brown Villa. For now, she could only take things one step at a time.
Eli followed closely behind, worried about any potential mishaps.
Sophia was out of breath from the walk, her already weak body feeling dizzy, and she nearly collapsed.
She blacked out and fell against Philip's back, causing everyone to tense up.
Sophia quickly regained her senses and apologized.
"So...sorry."
Philip, hearing her, shrugged off his jacket and tossed it aside, then opened the door and walked in.
"You, come in alone."
His voice was calm, betraying no emotion. Sophia hesitated at the door, weighing her chances of survival if she went in.
"Do I need to say it again?"
Eli stepped forward and whispered.
"Ms. Brown, you should do as he says. If Mr. Mitchell is speaking to you like this, he won't harm you."
Sophia's heart was uneasy, the recent events still fresh in her mind.
He had threatened to cut her open upon meeting her and nearly strangled her in the car.
Everything pointed to him wanting her dead!
Given the situation, she had no choice but to go in and see what happened.
Sophia pressed her pale lips together, pushed open the door, and before she could react, the door was locked behind her.
"Mr. Mitchell! What are you doing?"
The sudden lock made Eli's face pale. If something happened inside, he would be held responsible!
Philip stood leisurely by the table, arms crossed, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized Sophia.
"I won't harm the child. You can leave now. Or do you want to watch me get intimate with my wife?" Philip's word came behind the door.
His words made everyone uncomfortable, even Sophia, who didn't understand his intentions.
Eli, sweating nervously, quickly called Rhea.
After a brief conversation, Eli sighed and led everyone away.
The room fell silent, the tension palpable.
Sophia tried to calm herself.
"Mr. Mitchell, what are you planning to do?"
Philip's eyes darkened, and he pulled a pair of leather gloves from a drawer, putting them on as he approached her.
"Take off your clothes."
His voice was calm, with a hint of amusement.
"What?"
Sophia thought she had misheard.
"I don't want to repeat myself. If you want to live, take off your clothes."
Philip's tone grew impatient. Seeing Sophia's lack of response, he stepped forward and yanked her loose shirt off her shoulders.
The scar on her collarbone made Philip frown.
His gaze lingered on her chest for a moment before moving to her abdomen.
The disparity in their strength made it impossible for Sophia to resist. Already exhausted, she couldn't push him away.
"Philip, you pervert! What are you doing?"
Suddenly, Philip's fingers hooked under her chin, his thumb brushing her lips.
"Alone in a room, what do you think?"