Chapter 657

Sage fell into a deep silence, and she felt an odd sense of familiarity. It was as if she was listening to
her own story; at the same time, it felt like she was an outsider listening to the story.

“I finally mustered enough courage to confess my feelings to him, but he rejected me and got married
to someone else almost right after.”

Madam Meyer took two deep puffs of the cigarette, her eyes filled with pure anger and envious. “I don’t
understand. How is Sofia any better than me? Is it because she was a mixed blood just like Timothy?
It’s unfair! Since I was born, I have gotten everything I ever wanted. Money, status, and men! Nothing
was unattainable! Do you understand that?”

“Then you’d get anything you’ve ever wanted?” Sage gritted her teeth. “What makes you think you
deserve that? Just because you’re shameless? Or is it because you’re just an evil, twisted person?
There’s a saying in my mother’s tongue…” “An empty vessel makes the loudest noise,” Sage said.
Madam Meyer knitted her brows together in confusion. “Oh, do you not understand what I was trying to
say? Let me translate it for you.” Sage switched back to the common tongue and explained the proverb
to her. Madam Meyer’s face sank upon hearing that, and she tossed the cigarette in her hand onto
Sage.

Sage dodged it just in time, the lit cigarette did not hit her face, but it fell on her dress and burned a
hole through it.

Sage cussed under her breath upon seeing the hole on her dress and looked up coldly at Catherine
Meyer-Brown.

Madam Meyer chuckled coldly and slowly walked toward Sage. “Dr. S, don’t say I’ve never warned you.
One thing I hate the most is people who block my way. If I find someone to be an obstacle, I’ll do



anything to remove them from my life!”

Sage glared coldly at her without reacting.

“So what you’re saying is, my sister-in-law, Sofia, died because she was an obstacle? She and the
baby in her tummy died because of you?”



Madam Meyer did not deny Sage’s question. “Someone asked for my help, and I did what I thought
was a favor.” 1

Sage squinted coldly and said, “Sofia treated you as a friend, and yet you worked with outsiders to
bring her harm!”

“Friend? Stop joking around.” Madam Meyer laughed in disdain. “I don’t need a friend, I need a man. I
need Timothy Shelby! Sofia deserved to die, so …”

The rest of the words seemed to have gotten stuck in her throat.

A figure appeared out of nowhere, and by the time Madam Meyer saw that it was Tim, her throat was
already in his hand as her whole body got lifted up.

“It was you.”

Tim’s face had turned completely dark, and his eyes were filled with black, raw rage; they were colder
than the night storm in Birmingham, the type of cold that seeps into your bones.

Madam Meyer had been lifted mid-air, being held by the throat. Blood had rushed to her face, and the
veins on her face were visible. Her eyes widened and rolled to the back of her head as if they might
pop out of her socket anytime. She could not utter a single word out of her mouth.



At that moment, she was just an ant ready to be stepped on at any second, not a single trace of energy
to fight for her own life.

Madam Meyer’s bodyguards came but were quickly defeated by Tim’s men. Just when Sage thought
Madam Meyer was about to die in Tim’s hands, he let go of his grip. “If she really is the one who killed
Sofia, death would be too easy for her,” Sage said as she glared coldly at the woman on the ground
who looked like life had just been sucked out of her, not feeling a trace of sympathy. Tim wiped his
hand with a handkerchief and glared furiously at Madam Meyer. “Indeed.”

For his wife and his child’s life. Death would be too easy for Madam Meyer. Sage closed her eyes and
sighed silently. It seemed that her trip to Birmingham was just beginning


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