Michael followed Sophia to her house but was locked outside. The two alpacas, which seemed to have received certain orders from Cooper, spat saliva at his face when they saw him. Ptooey!
Ugh, it stinks! Michael nearly passed out from that stench. He stood under her room and yelled, “Sophia, dear… I was wrong! Please hear me out…”
Since the truth had been revealed, any sophistry would be useless—the most important thing to do now was to admit his mistake and apologize.
However, no matter how hard he shouted or called, the person upstairs refused to respond to him. Only three silly dogs appeared on the first-floor balcony, sticking their heads out to look at him, as if he was a clown.
Michael currently regretted his actions a lot. I shouldn’t have done that this time. I’m screwed. All my efforts have gone in vain, and I’ll have to start all over again…
Not only did the flustered Michael not receive any response from Sophia, Cooper even forbade him from entering the house and ordered Shae to wallop him if he barged in, so he had no choice but to go home.
At night, Carmen reached home. Michael wrote an official apology letter and asked her to pass it to her mother in secret.
Carmen was put on a spot. “Daddy, Grandpa said that he wanted to teach you a lesson. Otherwise, you won’t remember it and won’t learn to appreciate Mommy. Therefore, I can’t help you!”
Since Carmen refused to help him, Michael came up with another plan, which was to have Sarah pass Sophia the letter. However, she dared not help him as well. “Taylor, you know how grim Mr. Cooper’s expression can be. He dislikes me because my father and step-mother have offended him, so I cannot help you with this…”
Nevertheless, Michael still had plenty of opportunities.
“Come, Snowball, my darling, come here. I’m giving you this treasure. Give it to your Mommy.”
“Bubbles, you are my good baby. You must send this to your Mommy!”
“Silly dog, I’ll give you 5 bucks if you give this to Sophia! Huh? You think that it’s not enough? How about 50? That’s the most I can offer! Alright, alright, 500! 500!
Looking at the few dogs—which he had been taking care of with blood, sweat, and tears on behalf of Sophia—carrying his gifts to her in their mouths, he inwardly exclaimed, All my hard work has finally paid off!
However, what he did not expect was that the few silly dogs were stopped by Cooper in the living room as soon as they entered the house—the large bags in their mouths exposed their ‘mission’.
Everything that they brought was confiscated, so was the 500 that Judge had just earned!
Disgruntled, Judge bared its sharp teeth and started to carry out its ‘5-million renovation plan’ in Cooper’s house on the spot. It chewed on the couch, table, carpet, and even its own bed, refusing to stop unless it destroyed enough furniture that amounted to 5 million.
Cooper gave in and returned the 500 to it, but Judge was dissatisfied. Only when Cooper gave it another 500 as compensation for its mental anguish that it finally stopped destroying his furniture. There was chaos in the house while Michael was outside feeling anxious.
“Tsk…” Knowing that the few silly dogs might be unreliable, Michael took the opportunity to use his old trick when Cooper was busy dealing with Judge—he took out his drone and controller. Nonetheless, the drone was unexpectedly mercilessly shot down after flying for only 2 seconds.
Unwilling to give up, Michael carried Chrysanthemum over to Cooper’s house and pointed at the balcony. “Chrysanthemum, you are a cat, so you can climb up to the first floor, right? Go, climb up there! I know you can do this. I have faith in you!”
Entrusted with this mission in such a critical moment, Chrysanthemum tried its best to climb up to the first floor while carrying Michael’s gift for Sophia in its mouth, only to realize that… it had failed—its fat body was simply a burden!
After trying different cats, none of them managed to climb up because they were too chubby—there were more than twenty orange cats, but one was fatter than the other.
Sitting amidst the pile of fat cats, Michael had run out of ideas. All he could do was to pet the cats while he waited for Sophia to come out to meet him. He refused to believe that she would not leave the house.
As a matter of fact, Sophia found out what happened outside by watching the security recordings from her room. She started watching when Judge was making a commotion by destroying the furniture downstairs and kept watching as Michael tried his luck with the bunch of fat cats. He looked like a helpless little kid or like a regretful teenager who had had a quarrel with his girlfriend.
After some time, he saw a paper plane flying down from the balcony, which Chrysanthemum obediently brought to him. He unfolded the paper plane and saw a few words on it. ‘Who wrote the lyrics? It made me cringe.’
Seeing that, he was overjoyed. Sophia is finally willing to talk to me—this means that she is not that mad anymore. He quickly took a pen to reply to her message and asked Leapy to send it upstairs.
She soon saw his reply, which was only one sentence. ‘It was from the love letter you wrote to me back then.’
The message made her feel abashed. I can’t believe that I actually wrote that before, but Michael composing music for it and singing it is something even more unexpected. How embarrassing! However, I can’t believe that he still remembers the love letter I wrote. Wasn’t that something from ages ago?
The paper plane flew out from the first floor again. Michael caught the paper plane and unfolded it—on it was her beautiful and bold handwriting. ‘You lied to me.’
The paper plane flew out from the room, and a while later, Michael asked Leapy to send it back upstairs, and the process repeated. One of them was in the room while the other was downstairs outside the house, and just like that, they communicated via the paper plane.
Michael replied, ‘Please hear me out. I just hope for us to spend more time together.”
Sophia replied, ‘I’m not going to listen to you!’
He was speechless for a moment, but he then wrote, ‘I was wrong. I promise you that I won’t do this next time.’
She asked, ‘You’re saying that there will be a next time?’
He was rendered speechless again.
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