This answer didn’t shock Charles Seymour; instead, it brought a sudden clarity, like a light bulb turning on.
Seeing that look in Charles Seymour’s eyes, Sophie Wilson understood everything.
Charles Seymour had been enlightened.
Angry, Sophie Wilson slapped Charles Seymour on the forehead, growling, "Charles Seymour, if you dare entertain this idea again, I’ll go down with you!"
The slap didn’t anger Charles Seymour, but the words "go down with you" certainly scared him.
He suddenly grabbed Sophie Wilson’s wrist, fearfully squeezing out two words: "You dare!"
His voice was so cold it made the temperature in the room drop sharply, nearing freezing point.
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"You can try, see if I dare or not!" Sophie Wilson sneered.
Damn, she had already died once, would she fear him?
Charles Seymour’s gaze turned cold.
However, before he could speak, Sophie Wilson had already exploded, "You little bastard still dare to threaten me?"
"Do you have any idea what it’s like to be imprisoned by someone for ten years and subjected to experiments?"
"Do you know what it’s like to regain freedom and then discover some idiot used such a method to cure my illness?"
"Do you know what it’s like to live every day, for decades, until old age and death?"
"And you dare glare at me!"
"Go ahead, glare at me again and see what happens?"
"I’ll beat you to death!"
Sophie Wilson erupted, spewing her words fiercely.
Damn, she’d held it in for a long time.
In her past life, for decades, she lived , counting the days.
Until her hair turned gray, her teeth all fell out, her face covered in wrinkles. Did this bastard ever think about how she got through each day?
Charles Seymour opened his mouth, but then closed it again, realizing he couldn’t say a word.
Moreover, what shocked him wasn’t just Sophie’s sudden outburst of emotion, but also the meaning behind her words.
It seemed he was standing in front of a big secret, and with just a gentle breath, it would be exposed to him.
Sophie Wilson sneered and patted Charles Seymour on the shoulder, "Do you know what it’s like to open your eyes after dying of old age and find yourself hiding in the building where we first met?"
She had clearly died, yet heaven gave her a chance to be reborn, at the exact moment they met for the first time.
How fortunate she was.
"You..." Charles Seymour seemed to finally understand, slowly squeezing out a word.
"That’s right, I was reborn." Sophie Wilson snorted, staring at him intently, "Do you have any questions?"
Such a surreal event was shocking enough for her, the one who experienced it, let alone him.
He must have a lot of questions.
"Do you remember where my last experimental research ended?" Charles Seymour urgently fixed his gaze on Sophie Wilson, "You must know, right?"
"Since you survived and know so much, there must be my notes. Did you jot them down?"
"You don’t have to tell me everything, just a rough idea will do."
Charles Seymour pressed her eagerly, while quickly looking around for paper and pen, wanting to write it all down immediately.
Once he’d grabbed the paper and pen, he looked up, only to freeze in place.
Sophie Wilson was crying.