Female Novel
Chapter 128
Sophia went back to her room, delighted. She took her phone out and scrolled through her Facebookwall. Zack commented, asking her what happened. Then, there was that singer who asked her to cheerup. 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 apologytoward 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 allpowerful, but now Sophia proved otherwise. Nevertheless, it wasn’t like he could do anything about itthough. She had to bear the consequences of doing or saying the wrong thing, so an apology wasn’ttoo much.
If Old Mr. Constance was still alive, an apology wouldn’t cut it. He was an honest man who wouldn’t talkbad about anyone behind their backs. If he knew what Matilda had said, he would have flown into arage. After hanging up, he leaned back against his chair and massaged his forehead. novelbin
He didn’t sleep well last night, so coupling that up with the business earlier, he felt drowsy. Zack camein with some documents which needed his approval, while some needed to be handed to William. Afterhanding John the documents, he asked, “What happened between you and Sophia? I called her, andstill 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 documentsin hand.
John couldn’t focus on anything now, so he went to the bathroom. Dylan was in there too, washing hishands, 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.” Johnpaused 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. Nomatter 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 wasnowhere 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 mildlyannoyed, 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. Shehas no one to blame.”
Old Mrs. Constance might not talk about it, but she knew that Matilda insulted Sophia in far worse waysthan what Sophia did. Back then, she called Sophia a poor wretch who depended on the ConstanceFamily and John to climb up higher, essentially selling herself. Sophia didn’t even cry back then, so OldMrs. Constance thought Matilda was fake when she saw her daughter-in-law crying this much oversuch a small matter. She had not one ounce of sympathy for her. Then, she looked at John. “Yourmother told me you spent the night at Sophia’s place.”