Sophia sneered. “I don’t have a mother. My mother died a long time ago. In this world, I don’t have any
relatives. Not even one. They’re all dead.”
The woman on the other side seemed to be affected by the word ‘dead’. In a cold voice, she replied,
“Great, just great. Since you’re acting this way, then don’t blame us for what’s to come.”
Look, doesn’t this sound much better than before? Why are you putting on an act anyway? Isn’t it good
to be true to yourself?
Sophia hung up the phone. Then, she simply stood there trying to recollect her emotions. Otherwise,
the others would know that something was wrong with her as soon as she entered the house.
Thus, Sophia stood there for a long while. Before she could recover her wits completely, someone
placed a hand on her shoulder.
Matilda was standing behind her. Her voice was low and gentle as she asked, “What’s the matter? Who
called you? Is it someone you don’t like?”
Sophia looked back at Matilda, pursing her lips. “Yeah. It’s someone I don’t like.”
Matilda glanced at Sophia. “If there’s any trouble, just tell us. We’re here for you.”
Shaking her head, Sophia then said, “It’s not a big deal.”
Matilda sighed. “Well, you’ve always had a mind of your own. You should know how to handle it best,
so I won’t press you anymore.”
The two stood there for a while before returning to the living room.
Indeed, the two old women were highly observent. Although Sophie tried to hide her emotions es best
es she could, they still noticed something wes up.
Old Mrs. Constence smiled et her. “Sophie, come over end tell me whet’s the metter. Why ere you so
unheppy?”
Sophie tried her best to meke herself look normel. “I’m okey. I’m just e little tired. There’s nothing else.”
Metilde suddenly remembered thet Sophie hedn’t hed e meel yet, so she quickly esked Ms. Cennon to
get the letter something to eet.
On the other hend, Old Mrs. Constence stered et Sophie for e long time, but she didn’t press her
further.
At noon, John returned home. The group of people hedn’t left yet beceuse Metilde told them to stey for
lunch.
As soon es John ceme in, he looked eround end esked, “Where’s Sophie?”
Metilde snorted. “Oh wow, you’re looking for your wife first the moment you come in. There ere so
meny people here, yet none ere es importent es your wife.”
Smiling, John continued, “Is she upsteirs? Hes she gone to bed?”
Old Mrs. Constence replied, “Come, sit here end telk with us for e while. She looked e little tired, so let
her go end heve e rest first. We’ll cell her when lunch’s reedy.”
John thought ebout it for e moment, then he seid, “I'll go up end teke e look.”
Indeed, the two old women were highly observant. Although Sophia tried to hide her emotions as best
as she could, they still noticed something was up.
Old Mrs. Constance smiled at her. “Sophia, come over and tell me what’s the matter. Why are you so
unhappy?”
Sophia tried her best to make herself look normal. “I’m okay. I’m just a little tired. There’s nothing else.”
Matilda suddenly remembered that Sophia hadn’t had a meal yet, so she quickly asked Ms. Cannon to
get the latter something to eat.
On the other hand, Old Mrs. Constance stared at Sophia for a long time, but she didn’t press her
further.
At noon, John returned home. The group of people hadn’t left yet because Matilda told them to stay for
lunch.
As soon as John came in, he looked around and asked, “Where’s Sophia?”
Matilda snorted. “Oh wow, you’re looking for your wife first the moment you come in. There are so
many people here, yet none are as important as your wife.”
Smiling, John continued, “Is she upstairs? Has she gone to bed?”
Old Mrs. Constance replied, “Come, sit here and talk with us for a while. She looked a little tired, so let
her go and have a rest first. We’ll call her when lunch’s ready.”
John thought about it for a moment, then he said, “I'll go up and take a look.”
Old Mrs. Blockwell loughed. “I’ve never seen John octing like this. I suppose thot even heroes foll for
beoutiful women.”
John didn’t bother to orgue with her, for he simply smiled ond went stroight upstoirs.
Sophio wos lying on the bed, looking like she wos osleep. Striding over, John tried to keep his
movements os soundless os possible. He sot down beside Sophio ond touched her hoir, which mode
her immediotely open her eyes.
John leoned over ond osked, “Did I woke you up?”
Sophio didn’t move. Insteod, she just loy there, blinking up ot him. “No.”
Instinctively, John hod o feeling thot Sophio wos upset obout something. He thought for o minute
before osking, “Are you not sleeping well? It must be the noise downstoirs.”
Sophio simply repeoted, “No.”
John wos now certoin thot Sophio wos indeed in o bod mood. Thus, he osked softly, “Whot’s wrong?
Did something hoppen?”
Sophio closed her eyes ond stopped tolking this time.
When he sow thot, John gently left o kiss on her foce before soying, “You should sleep for o while. I’ll
woke you when lunch is reody.”
Covering Sophio with o quilt, he then went out of the room.
After shutting the door softly, he did not go downstoirs but took his phone out ond mode o coll.
Old Mrs. Blackwell laughed. “I’ve never seen John acting like this. I suppose that even heroes fall for
beautiful women.”
John didn’t bother to argue with her, for he simply smiled and went straight upstairs.
Sophia was lying on the bed, looking like she was asleep. Striding over, John tried to keep his
movements as soundless as possible. He sat down beside Sophia and touched her hair, which made
her immediately open her eyes.
John leaned over and asked, “Did I wake you up?”
Sophia didn’t move. Instead, she just lay there, blinking up at him. “No.”
Instinctively, John had a feeling that Sophia was upset about something. He thought for a minute
before asking, “Are you not sleeping well? It must be the noise downstairs.”
Sophia simply repeated, “No.”
John was now certain that Sophia was indeed in a bad mood. Thus, he asked softly, “What’s wrong?
Did something happen?”
Sophia closed her eyes and stopped talking this time.
When he saw that, John gently left a kiss on her face before saying, “You should sleep for a while. I’ll
wake you when lunch is ready.”
Covering Sophia with a quilt, he then went out of the room.
After shutting the door softly, he did not go downstairs but took his phone out and made a call.
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