#Chapter 121: The Garden’s Not Dead I Just Hate It
Sophia
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the clearing as I stood before the sorry excuse for a garden that had become my latest torment. The once-neat rows were now a tangled mess of overgrown weeds and wilting plants, mocking my every attempt at cultivation. I huffed, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow, and glared at the obstinate foliage.
“Why did I ever think I could manage this? Why am I even out here?” I muttered, prodding at the soil with a rusty trowel. “I should be sipping lattes in a chic café, not battling nature's relentless assault. Ugh, I hate this stupid dirt.” My heels sinking in the mud.
But it’s not like I could just give up… I lost everything. There wasn’t much left for food. I applied to every job in that damn city, but Alexander had that even a lowly clerk post would turn me down.
Ugh.
As I yanked at a weed that clearly had a personal vendetta against me, a shadow loomed overhead. I squinted up, wiping sweat dramatically from my br

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