Chapter 114 The Desolate King

Sophie and Norton nodded obediently.

The children were surrounded by bodyguards, so Bane felt more at ease.

She walked out of the hall to the edge of the hall and began to call Bert, but after a long time Bert did not answer.

It took Bane several more calls before he got through to Bert.

"Bert Ron, you'd better hurry over here, the awards ceremony's about to start, Sophie's been waiting for you."

Bert kept his voice low, as if he were avoiding something.

"I'm not going. Something's wrong. A driver will pick you up when you get back."

Bert had hung up and turned off the phone just as Bane was about to say something.

Doesn't this person explain anything?

Bane stomped down on the floor and went back into the hall.

"Mom, when will Dad come here?"

Bane's heart pained at Sophie's expectant look.

"Your father... It's all right. Mummy will be there when Sophie comes on stage."

The anticipation on Sophie's face was instantly replaced by disappointment.

Norton hugs his sister. "It's all right Sophie, Mum and brother are with you!"

Norton spent the next few minutes trying to cheer Sophie up. Her little face was less sad, but the disappointment was still there.

Bane felt a little sorry for Sophie, but consoled himself with the thought that Bert Ron must have had something very important to do that kept him from coming.

Soon after the ceremony began, the host pronounced Sophie's name, and Bane led Sophie onto the stage.

Sophie had won the first prize, which was one prize, and to get it she had to beat all the children in the country.

Sophie's work was displayed on the big screen, and everyone in the room couldn't help but applaud it.

Such a great painting, it really deserves to be number one.

Because both Bane and Sophie had excellent looks, most of the sparkle was on them.

Sophie clutched the trophy in her hand and forced a smile, the disappointment palpable in her eyes.

Later in the evening, Sophie was still crying under the covers when Bane bumped into her.

But Bane said nothing, and closed the door quietly.

Until now, Bert had not returned.

Sophie's trophy sat in the living room, exuding a sense of royal desolation.

Bane sat on the sofa, his eyes on the trophy, and his thoughts began to wander.

It was clear to her that Sophie was very fond of Bert, or else she would not have been so eager to share her triumphs with him. As a child, she must have wanted her father's approval.

Norton and Sophie are different, after all, Norton has been by Bert's side since birth and has never been apart, while Sophie has only known her father for so long, and seeing her father so high up in the world, Sophie must have wanted Bert's approval more than Norton.

Bane knew the feeling, after all, when she had first arrived at the Reed home from the country, it had been with such trepidation.

But Sophie was only five years old.

At that moment, a cell phone rang, and with a tingle of excitement, Bane pressed the answer and said, "Bert Ron! Why don't you come back?"

She was about to say the next sentence when a strange voice came from the other end of the line.

Bane took the phone down and looked. It was Bert Rowan.

"Bert Ron?

But this time, the other side directly hung up the phone, and then hit the past, is shut down.

Bane began to panic. She suppressed her thoughts and went straight to her room with the phone.

But this one night, are in insomnia.

The next day Bert came back, still smelling of wine, and a hint of weariness came to his brow.

When Bane saw him return, his anger boiled straight out.

She lowered her head and began to ignore Bert.

"Bane Reed, didn't I even know to say hello when I saw it?"

Bane stopped in his tracks and said directly, "Ah, I'm sorry I didn't notice you were back."

It was such a poor excuse that Bert could certainly hear it.

But Bert, evidently tired, rubbed his temples, and asked directly, "Where's Sophie?"

"She went to class."

"How were you yesterday?"

Bane's anger was heightened by Bert's blushing mention of yesterday, and she jerked her head up to say something, when she saw Bert's pale face and choked it back.

"You, are you all right?

Bert leaned against the wall. "It's all right," he said. "Is Sophie very upset?"

"She... She really wanted you to come."

A flicker of regret flashed across Bert's eyes.

"Well, what if I give Sophie a present? Will she forgive me?"

Bert's tone was so calm now that Bane couldn't be angry again.

"I think so. Then prepare yourself well. Sophie won't be hard to coax."

"Ok."

Bert's mouth turned up a little and he tried to straighten himself up, but he made a little wobble. Bane could not resist the urge to help him, but his hand reached out and drew it back quickly, but Bert's hand was on the wall and did not fall.

'Why do you look so pale? Are you all right?"

"No, I want a glass of water."

And Bert went straight to his room.

Bane hurried to a glass of warm water, carried it to Bert's room, and, seeing that Bert had left the door open, went straight in.

The room was not bright, because the curtains were drawn, and the furnishings were clean, in three colors: black, white and gray, just like Bert's style.

In the middle of the room was a large bed of more than two metres, on which Bert lay, without taking off his coat.

Bane walked up to him and called out, "Bert Ron?"

There was no response.

The water cup was placed by Bane at the head of the bed, and Bane was about to leave, but after a second thought, he didn't leave directly.

Her eyes rested on Bert, and now Bert's eyes were closed, and his eyes were hard, but now with them closed his face softened.

To tell you the truth, he was really good looking, and every part of him had a feminine point of view, and with Bert's status, it was no wonder that Betsy Reed was trying so hard to hang on to him.

After all, this man is so good that if he got it, it would be wonderful to dream about it.

But you could never have a man like Bert Ron, and she could not imagine how Bert loved anyone.