Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Perrin was not yet asleep when Sophia arrived home. Instead, he sat alone on the couch. His expression relaxed when she entered. “Is it done?”

Sophia nodded with a smile. “It's done. No big deal.”

“I'm glad to hear that. It's late. You should rest, Sophia.”

“I will. You too, Granddad.”

“I'm going to tuck in.”

As he spoke, Perrin glanced at John, who understood his employer's tacit summon after years of working for the former. After a sideways glance at Sophia, he followed Perrin into the room.

“How was the matter dealt with, John?”

John recalled Sophia's words and opted not to tell Perrin. “That person was mistaken. He had an altercation with the driver of another car of the same make as ours and mistaken us for them. The matter was resolved after Ms. Yarrow clarified things.”

That explanation sounded reasonable.

Perrin studied John for a moment before saying, “I see. You did well. It's getting late. You should get some rest, too.”

“I will. You too, sir,” Perrin answered. He entered the study, gathered his things, then took a shower.

Sophia awoke early the following day. She had been sleeping exceptionally well from accompanying Perrin on his excursions all over the place of late.

That day, she planned to take a trip back to the village. Since their last encounter, Sophia no longer had anything to do with the Sharp family.

After being forced by Yvonne, who was in turn compelled by Sophia, to spend a stint in prison, Rupert and his family became much more reserved. Later on, however, they slandered her to Dillon for the sake of money. Aside from that, they did not manage to cause much of a stir.

Sophia did not want to see the members of the Sharp family. She did not have a good impression of any of them. To put it more bluntly, she thought ill of them all.

From her so-called grandmother, who was entering her eighth decade, to her sons, Rupert and the other one, all of them were people who would relish seeing her fall.

Delilah had made sure they never forgot her kindness in adopting Rachel. Despite how long it had been, Sophia remembered the day when Delilah, with a look of glee and barely suppressed impatience, gave her away.

Sophia never told Perrin any of that. Lukas would have found out, but he must not have mentioned anything, so she played along with him. It was something Perrin did not need to know lest it hurt him.

Aside from visiting Rachel and Sophia's father, Perrin wanted to come to Coldbridge to visit the place where Rachel was adopted.

Sophia had no reason to turn him down, so she made arrangements for the trip.

The journey from the city to the country took almost two hours.

Sophia had not returned in fifteen years. Since her parents moved into the city, she had not come back.

Despite the passage of time, Forest Bank Village had not changed much. However, the roads had been patched up, and there were extensive renovations to the houses flanking them. It looked much cleaner and more pleasant compared to how it was fifteen years ago.

In contrast to the view of the roads and the buildings of the city they had left behind, however, the houses of the village were plainly outdated.

New developments were everywhere to be seen after fifteen years, but aside from the better roads and some of the nicer-looking houses, Forest Bank Village did not change much.

There were antiquated houses on either side. Many of the bottom floors were little shops serving breakfast, junk food, toys, and mini-marts, but they were small and old.

The house at the end of the road belonged to the family who adopted Rachel—the Sharps. Upon catching wind of Sophia's success, Delilah had once brought Rupert to ask her for money.

Sophia did not give them a penny. Repaying the debt of raising Rachel was her own to bear, which had nothing to do with Delilah.

Call me cruel or cold-blooded, but I do not wish the old woman and her offspring well.

If not for Rachel paying her a visit behind Sophia's back, the couple would not have lost their lives out there.

They should have arrived, and the house would have been there after they made the turn into the residential area.

It would have been there, just that little distance away, but there was nothing there.

Furthermore, Delilah had only bought Rachel as she had been without children. After birthing her own, she exploited Rachel.

Delilah, as the buyer, was not wholly innocent in the incident of Rachel being trafficked.

“Let's stop here and get down for a walk, Sophia.”

“Sure,” Sophia answered, then had the driver pull over.

The village was filled with bums. With the sudden appearance of the two shiny, expensive-looking cars, the group playing cards turned instinctively to Sophia and her group.

Though the road had been mended, it must have been damaged again soon after; it was a bumpy ride. Its surface was a whole foot below the shop on the sidewalk.