Next One Is a Babe Chapter 128

Sophia went back to her room, delighted. She took her phone out and scrolled through her Facebook

wall. Zack commented, asking her what happened. Then, there was that singer who asked her to cheer

up. She turned her phone off and lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

She didn’t know what she should do, so she killed time by simply lying on the bed.

John was busy in the afternoon. When the servant called him, he was notified of his mother’s apology

toward Sophia. He could hear the sounds of crying in the background, then when he listened closely,

he knew who it was. If Matilda was crying now, it could only be because of the apology.

John pretended not to hear it and hung up after saying he got it. His mother was spoiled by his father,

and even Old Mrs. Constance took a step back at times. Thanks to that, she thought she was all

powerful, but now Sophia proved otherwise. Nevertheless, it wasn’t like he could do anything about it

though. She had to bear the consequences of doing or saying the wrong thing, so an apology wasn’t

too much.

If Old Mr. Constance was still alive, an apology wouldn’t cut it. He was an honest man who wouldn’t talk

bad about anyone behind their backs. If he knew what Matilda had said, he would have flown into a

rage. After hanging up, he leaned back against his chair and massaged his forehead.

He didn’t sleep well last night, so coupling that up with the business earlier, he felt drowsy. Zack came

in with some documents which needed his approval, while some needed to be handed to William. After

handing John the documents, he asked, “What happened between you and Sophia? I called her, and

still she didn’t take it, nor did she reply to my comments.”

John didn’t want to talk about this, so he put his documents down. “Get on with your work.”

Zack knew this was big with how he reacted, for this was the same deal as the time he got the divorce.

Are they going their separate ways now? Zack didn’t dare ask, so he left the office with the documents

in hand.

John couldn’t focus on anything now, so he went to the bathroom. Dylan was in there too, washing his

hands, and John didn’t greet him. Instead, he went to the basin beside Dylan. His mind was muddled,

so he came to wash his face. Dylan looked down at his hands. “So you two aren’t divorced yet.” John

paused for a moment, but he said nothing, nor did he look at Dylan. Then, Dylan smiled warmly. “See.

You should have thanked me.” He wiped his hands dry and left.

John held himself against the basin and looked into the mirror. Thank you? What a joke.

John didn’t work much that day. When it was time to clock off work, he quickly went back home. No

matter who greeted him, he didn’t greet them back. He rushed all the way home to the old residence.

Old Mrs. Constance was sitting at the doorstep, looking at where the casket used to be. “Grandma.”

John went over.

She looked back at him and stood up. “You’re back. You must be tired.”

There wasn’t much he did, but he was definitely tired, so they went to sit on the sofa. Matilda was

nowhere to be seen, so John asked, “Where’s Mom?”

Old Mrs. Constance sighed. “In her room. She’s been crying the whole afternoon.” John felt mildly

annoyed, then Old Mrs. Constance said softly, “What is there to cry about? Does she feel insulted?

Does she feel unfair? She said that to Sophia herself, so this is the consequence she must bear. She

has no one to blame.”

Old Mrs. Constance might not talk about it, but she knew that Matilda insulted Sophia in far worse ways

than what Sophia did. Back then, she called Sophia a poor wretch who depended on the Constance

Family and John to climb up higher, essentially selling herself. Sophia didn’t even cry back then, so Old

Mrs. Constance thought Matilda was fake when she saw her daughter-in-law crying this much over

such a small matter. She had not one ounce of sympathy for her. Then, she looked at John. “Your

mother told me you spent the night at Sophia’s place.”