Chapter 3

During the flight, I went to the restroom.

When I pushed the door open, Sophia was at the sink, touching up her makeup.

In the mirror, her skin looked smooth, and each eyelash was meticulously done.

She didn't flinch when she saw me. Instead, she pulled a slip of paper from her bag.

It was a bank statement.

"Helen, I heard you still feel guilty about not being able to come up with the 200 thousand dollars for that surgery all those years ago?" She turned around, leaning against the sink, a cruel smile curling at the corner of her…