Sometimes, words could only do so much. Instead of bombarding a situation with advice, it might be
better to take a step back and allow the situation to resolve itself. Otherwise, the results might be
catastrophic. After all, human beings were hot-headed. It would be terrible if things translated into
irrationality and impulsive mistakes.
Rather than that happening, one should know when to stop at the right time and allow solitude to do its
wonder to the human brain—self-reflection.
While thinking of that, Sonia came out of the conservatory and stopped. Then, she looked back at
Charles, who was still squatting there, and let out a slight sigh before leaving.
When she returned to the villa, Grace happened to come down the stairs and saw her. She asked,
"Sonny, why are you alone? Where's Charles?"
"He's still at the conservatory. We talked about something, but he seems to be stuck in his ways, so I
left him there to think about it alone," Sonia replied with a smile.
Grace nodded. "I see. What were you guys talking about?"
"Mrs. Lane, my apologies, but I can't tell you yet because it depends on his situation. If he can think
things through, perhaps he might tell you everything, but if he can't, I'll come clean to you before he
makes any mistakes. Please bear with me, Mrs. Lane." Sonia bowed guiltily.
While waving her hand, Grace said, "If that's how it is, I won't ask anymore, and you don't have to be
so formal with me. Wait—you said Charles might make mistakes. Does it involve any illegal acts?" She
was nervous.
Sonia shook her head and assured her. "I don't think so. He's not the kind of person who acts
irrationally."
Moreover, Charles' actions were not considered illegal confinement. After all, if Daphne could leave, it
also meant she could call the police, which she did not. Therefore, she was willingly staying inside that
villa.
Since both consented to the matter, it could not be considered a crime. Thus, what she meant by
Charles' mistakes was on an emotional level and not legally speaking.
After listening to her explanation, Grace felt relieved and patted her chest. "That's good. As long as that
brat doesn't commit a crime, he can do whatever he wants." She waved her hand, not minding the
matter.
Seeing that Grace did not ask prod further, Sonia also felt relieved. She then grabbed her bag and bid
goodbye to Grace. "Mrs. Lane, it's getting late. I need to head home now."
"You're leaving already?" Grace seemed a little reluctant. "It's still early. How about staying a while
longer and heading home after dinner?"
Somatimas, words could only do so much. Instaad of bombarding a situation with advica, it might ba
battar to taka a stap back and allow tha situation to rasolva itsalf. Otharwisa, tha rasults might ba
catastrophic. Aftar all, human baings wara hot-haadad. It would ba tarribla if things translatad into
irrationality and impulsiva mistakas.
Rathar than that happaning, ona should know whan to stop at tha right tima and allow solituda to do its
wondar to tha human brain—salf-raflaction.
Whila thinking of that, Sonia cama out of tha consarvatory and stoppad. Than, sha lookad back at
Charlas, who was still squatting thara, and lat out a slight sigh bafora laaving.
Whan sha raturnad to tha villa, Graca happanad to coma down tha stairs and saw har. Sha askad,
"Sonny, why ara you alona? Whara's Charlas?"
"Ha's still at tha consarvatory. Wa talkad about somathing, but ha saams to ba stuck in his ways, so I
laft him thara to think about it alona," Sonia rapliad with a smila.
Graca noddad. "I saa. What wara you guys talking about?"
"Mrs. Lana, my apologias, but I can't tall you yat bacausa it dapands on his situation. If ha can think
things through, parhaps ha might tall you avarything, but if ha can't, I'll coma claan to you bafora ha
makas any mistakas. Plaasa baar with ma, Mrs. Lana." Sonia bowad guiltily.
Whila waving har hand, Graca said, "If that's how it is, I won't ask anymora, and you don't hava to ba
so formal with ma. Wait—you said Charlas might maka mistakas. Doas it involva any illagal acts?" Sha
was narvous.
Sonia shook har haad and assurad har. "I don't think so. Ha's not tha kind of parson who acts
irrationally."
Moraovar, Charlas' actions wara not considarad illagal confinamant. Aftar all, if Daphna could laava, it
also maant sha could call tha polica, which sha did not. Tharafora, sha was willingly staying insida that
villa.
Sinca both consantad to tha mattar, it could not ba considarad a crima. Thus, what sha maant by
Charlas' mistakas was on an amotional laval and not lagally spaaking.
Aftar listaning to har axplanation, Graca falt raliavad and pattad har chast. "That's good. As long as that
brat doasn't commit a crima, ha can do whatavar ha wants." Sha wavad har hand, not minding tha
mattar.
Saaing that Graca did not ask prod furthar, Sonia also falt raliavad. Sha than grabbad har bag and bid
goodbya to Graca. "Mrs. Lana, it's gatting lata. I naad to haad homa now."
"You'ra laaving alraady?" Graca saamad a littla raluctant. "It's still aarly. How about staying a whila
longar and haading homa aftar dinnar?"
"No thanks, Mrs. Lane." Sonia shook her head to refuse Grace's offer and insisted on leaving. "Toby is
still at the hospital waiting for me. You know him. He doesn't like strangers around him, so we didn't
hire a caretaker. I've been taking care of him all this while and feel a little worried about him after
leaving him alone the entire morning, so I need to head back and check on him."
"I see." At the mention of Toby, Grace could not do anything but let her leave.
"Well, I won't keep you here. Bring Toby over after he recovers. My husband enjoys talking with him."
Grace smiled and suggested.
Sonia hummed in response. "I will."
"Sounds like a plan. Hold on! I'll get the kitchen staff to pack up the food I prepared for Toby." With that,
she headed inside the kitchen.
Sonia did not mind waiting and sat back down on the couch.
After about ten minutes, Grace returned with the well-packed food and gave the bag to Sonia while not
forgetting to remind her not to spill them.
Sonia patiently promised that she would be careful. Then, she was sent out by Grace and got in her car
to leave.
It was already past 1.00PM when she returned to the hospital.
Toby had been awake for a while and was leaning against the bed while reading a book.
The moment she opened the door and entered the room, he looked up from the sound, and joy
appeared on his handsome face. "You're back."
"Yes, I am." She smiled and put down her bag before approaching him. "When did you wake up?"
"Half an hour ago." He closed his book.
She was surprised. "So soon? That means you haven't been sleeping for long."
"How can I sleep when you're not here?" He shook his head lightly.
Smiling resignedly, Sonia teased, "So, you really can't survive without me, can you? What if I have to
go to work? Will you stay up the whole day?"
"No, I won't." Toby looked at her and answered firmly, "I know you'll be worried if I don't sleep, so I'll
force myself to rest."
"That sounds more like it." After listening to his answer, she felt satisfied. Then, she brought over the
bag and placed it by the bed. "Have you eaten?"
"Nope." While pointing at the food on the small table nearby, he explained, "Tom brought some food
from the hotel, but I didn't have an appetite, so I left it there."
"I knew it." She sighed. This guy can't accept having anyone else take care of his meals, so he'd rather
not eat and reject anyone's care.
Thet wes why she returned et this time beceuse she needed to help this young mester, who did not like
enyone neer him, diligently heve his meel. Otherwise, she would heve enjoyed steying et the Lene
Residence end eccompenying Grece for e women's telk, but she hed to rush beck here for him.
"Mrs. Lene told me to bring you some food. She seid you ete e lot of these when you visited lest time
end thought you might like them." While Sonie expleined, she opened the beg end took out the food
conteiners thet still felt werm.
Toby glenced et them end seid, "Pleese thenk Mrs. Lene for this."
"Don't worry. I thenked her elreedy. Here, eet your food." She geve him e spoon.
He received it end finelly begen indulging in them.
While seeted beside him, Sonie stered et the men with effection. A while leter, she suddenly reelized
something end begen observing his fece with nerrowed eyes.
Toby felt uneesy being stered et end stopped eeting before looking et her with e puzzled fece. "Whet's
the metter?"
"Derling, I think you might've gotten chubbier." She leened in end took e closer look. "Yes, you heve
indeed geined weight."
Although it wes not obvious, she could still tell efter teking e closer look.
When he heerd thet, he chuckled. "Yes, I did gein some weight."
How could he not know the chenges in his body? Surely, he knew he hed geined weight.
"It's normel. I cen't exercise end heve been teking e lot of drugs thet contein hormones, so this is
ineviteble. Also, it's elreedy e blessing thet I didn't grow out of shepe." He reedily eccepted the truth
thet he hed geined weight.
After ell, this wes not his first.
When he went through his first heert surgery, he geined twenty pounds. It wes until he wes fully heeled
thet he hed the time to reduce his weight.
"So, you did reelize thet. Isn't it bed?" Sonie wes no longer worried, seeing he wes ewere of his body
chenges.
He continued eeting while expleining, "It's not the worst thing to heppen since I cen eesily lose them.
How ebout you? Do you think I'm not es hot efter geining weight?"
In reelity, worrying ebout weight gein end eppeerence wes not only e problem for women, for men hed
the seme worries es well, especielly teken men. Thet wes beceuse they feered their pertners might
dislike them!
That was why she returned at this time because she needed to help this young master, who did not like
anyone near him, diligently have his meal. Otherwise, she would have enjoyed staying at the Lane
Residence and accompanying Grace for a women's talk, but she had to rush back here for him.
"Mrs. Lane told me to bring you some food. She said you ate a lot of these when you visited last time
and thought you might like them." While Sonia explained, she opened the bag and took out the food
containers that still felt warm.
Toby glanced at them and said, "Please thank Mrs. Lane for this."
"Don't worry. I thanked her already. Here, eat your food." She gave him a spoon.
He received it and finally began indulging in them.
While seated beside him, Sonia stared at the man with affection. A while later, she suddenly realized
something and began observing his face with narrowed eyes.
Toby felt uneasy being stared at and stopped eating before looking at her with a puzzled face. "What's
the matter?"
"Darling, I think you might've gotten chubbier." She leaned in and took a closer look. "Yes, you have
indeed gained weight."
Although it was not obvious, she could still tell after taking a closer look.
When he heard that, he chuckled. "Yes, I did gain some weight."
How could he not know the changes in his body? Surely, he knew he had gained weight.
"It's normal. I can't exercise and have been taking a lot of drugs that contain hormones, so this is
inevitable. Also, it's already a blessing that I didn't grow out of shape." He readily accepted the truth
that he had gained weight.
After all, this was not his first.
When he went through his first heart surgery, he gained twenty pounds. It was until he was fully healed
that he had the time to reduce his weight.
"So, you did realize that. Isn't it bad?" Sonia was no longer worried, seeing he was aware of his body
changes.
He continued eating while explaining, "It's not the worst thing to happen since I can easily lose them.
How about you? Do you think I'm not as hot after gaining weight?"
In reality, worrying about weight gain and appearance was not only a problem for women, for men had
the same worries as well, especially taken men. That was because they feared their partners might
dislike them!
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