Drenched in Love
Chapter 60 Committed Suicide

Over your dead body...Over your dead body...

It turned out that Calvin wanted her to die .Sophia curved corners of her mouth and could not help but laugh.

She went back to her office.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Sophia sat in front of the computer in a daze. She put her fingers on the keyboard and never typed a word. Her eyes were fixed on the document on the computer screen and she couldn't read a single word.

Natalia got up and went to the tea room to take water. When she passed Sophia, she saw the glass she used to drink water on the edge of the desk. She drew her arm a little inward as she passed.

After Natalia walked past, the glass fell on the ground and into countless pieces.

Sophia looked at Natalia at a loss. It seemed that she did not know what happened.

Natalia said with a smile, "Sophia, I'm sorry, I knocked down your glass, sorry."

Sophia, without a word, looked down and bent down to pick up the debris. Seeing the sharp interface, Sophia could not help but think that if the debris cut hand, it should be bleeding.

At this moment, Sophia had a strong desire and wanted to use the broken glass to cut, and see if the blood from her body was red.

Thinking so, she sued force to pinch the glass. The sharp debris cut into the skin, and the pain was felt, and red blood oozed out.

"Ah! Your hand is hurt!" Hazel noticed and immediately went to catch Sophia's hand.

Sophia dodged it. She picked up all the broken glass and walked out.

Hazel felt uneasy, "Sophia, where are you going?"

Sophia looked at her with a smile and tenderness on face. "I'm going to throw these pieces away, lest it hurt others."

Her look stunned Hazel, but then Hazel became happy: Sophia had been distracted these days, like a walking dead, now she should be fine judging from her condition.

Although she did not know why Sophia became better.

Sophia took the glass debris to the toilet. She threw the debris into the trash can and turned to leave. After two steps, she came back. Looking at those larger pieces of glass debris, there was yearning in heart.

Sophia sat on the toilet, holding glass debris. Sophia looked at the glass fragments, and then at her delicate wrist of which the vein could be seen.

After looking at it for a long time, she put the glass over her wrist and pressed it down.

Hazel finished her word at hand and got up to the manager's office and handed it to Jennifer. After that, she noticed that Sophia had not come back yet, she frowned: what is going on? Didn't Sophia go to throw glass fragments? Why took so long?

A bad feeling welled up in Hazel's heart. Frowning, she got up and went to the bathroom. As soon as she reached the bathroom, Hazel smelled a distinct smell of blood.

Hazel's heart trembled. As she continued to walk, she saw a deep red liquid flowing out from under one of the stalls in the ladies' room. Hazel's brain suddenly became blank.

A scream rang out from the eighth floor.

This afternoon, because of being occupied, Stephen was late to the company and took the elevator to the president's office on the 28th floor. When he reached the 7th floor, he went out to take stairs. As he walked out of the elevator, Stephen saw the crowd rushing to one direction.

Stephen frowned and walked over.

The crowd rushed to the restroom. Before he reached to the bathroom, he saw a group of people standing there. Everyone was talking about something. The voice was not low, but because there were too many people and it was too noisy, he could not hear what they were saying.

"What's the matter?"

Stephen asked. The crowd spontaneously gave a way, which was go straight into the ladies' room.

Stephen frowned. This situation and the smell of blood were suggestive of one message. Stephen felt that he should know this kind of information, but his mind seemed to stop working, and he could only mechanically lift his feet and walk forward.

Soon he reached the very bottom and saw the thick, bright red liquid flowing on the ground.

The door to the stall had been opened, and people could see what happened inside.

Sophia sat above the while toilet with a pale face, with her body leaning on the wall. Her face was pale and her eyes were closed as if she were asleep.

Looking down, her arms drooped limply, one of them was clean. Below the hand was a piece of glass with a trail of blood on the edge. The other hand had become bright red, on which there was wound. At this moment, there was still blood oozing out slowly. It flew to the fingertips and dropped in the pool of blood. Hazel had been sobbing, "Mr. Berry, Sophia......Sophia..."

Hazel could not say a complete sentence. In front of the high levels and all colleagues, she cried out.

Stephen got pale face, looking at this scene.

She was dead. She committed suicide.

Not by a car, not by strangling yourself, but by sitting on the toilet and cutting her wrist with a shard of glass.

His aim had been achieved, and he thought he ought to be glad that he had finally seen the murder five years ago died. But looking at this scene, no matter how he pulled the corners of his mouth, he could not laugh.

There were pool of blood, and the thin young girl in it...

Stephen's body trembled, and he almost fell to the ground. Jennifer reached out to hold him, "Mr. Berry, you......"

Stephen pushed Jennifer away, rushed to the stall, picked Sophia up and shouted, "Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!"

The ambulance didn't come because nobody telephoned.

Daniel drove personally. Stephen sat in the back seat holding Sophia and the car rushed to the hospital at the fastest speed. Daniel stepped on the accelerator and had broken the traffic rules, but Stephen still thought it was too slow, "Hurry up!" Stephen held Sophia with one hand and pressed her would with the other to prevent further loss of blood.00000