Next One Is a Babe

John tidied up his room a little and went out.

Meanwhile, Zack was still waiting for him downstairs. After John was downstairs, the both of them immediately left for the company.

Sophia stood by the window of her room and looked downstairs.

From this angle, it was similar to the location of John's room.

She watched John and Zack walking toward the Constance Residence’s car park.

It felt like she was in one of the many days in the past where she would send her husband off.

Actually, there was nothing good about sending off someone.

John never knew how she stood by the window to see him off to work every single day in the past.

It was funny how in the end, she was the one that felt moved.

After waiting for the both of them to disappear, Sophia closed the curtains and returned to her bed.

Although she had slept throughout the entire journey back here, she still felt extremely uncomfortable.

She lay down and rolled around a few times in an effort to find a comfortable posture.

However, there came a knocking sound at the door not long after she had found a comfortable position.

At the same time, Mrs. Constance's voice could be heard. "Come out, Sophia. This room is not for you. Come out!"

Her voice sounded extremely angry.

Sophia sneered and lay down on her back. She stared at the ceiling and was in a good mood.

Mrs. Constance knocked on the door a few more times. Seeing that the door was still closed, she turned to the servant beside her and asked, "Where are the keys? Open this door for me."

The servant said in a lowered voice, "Mrs. Constance, please don't make this a bigger deal than it is. Old Mrs. Constance was already upset just now."

Mrs. Constance paused and gnashed her teeth in anger. “This is not a question of whether I’m making a fuss out of this. Look at her; she already crossed the line when she bullied me. How could I just let her be?”

She could not bear it any longer.

What was Sophia’s virtue in the past? She dares to challenge me now?

She really does not know her own place.

Mrs. Constance then urged the servant. “Hurry up and open the door.”

After some thought, the servant opened the door with the keys in her hand.

The bedroom was a little dark when she entered the room. On the other hand, Sophia was laying on the bed.

When Mrs. Constance saw Sophia sprawled over the bed she had carefully prepared, she started fuming in anger.

Everything in the room was carefully chosen and prepared by her for Isabelle. It was impossible for Mrs. Constance to not get angry since everything she had prepared was unexpectedly occupied by Sophia.

With huge steps, Mrs. Constance walked over to the side of the bed. “Get up, Sophia. Do you think you have the right to enter this room? Get out now!”

However, Sophia remained lying on the bed as she stared at the ceiling. With a faint voice, she said, “I advise that you let me rest in silence for a while. Please don’t force me to pull your son down together with me.”

Sophia said this calmly and steadily, but her words succeeded in stopping Mrs. Constance’s actions.

Mrs. Constance stared at Sophia with a sarcastic face. “Sophia, have you forgotten who you are just because you’ve been out in the world? Let me tell you; John took you in because he pitied you, so don’t you take us for granted. Now, hurry up and get out of this room. This room is not fit for people like you.”

Sophia felt slightly annoyed, so she slowly sat up and glared at Mrs. Constance.

Sophia used to look at her with a yielding expression. However, her expression now was nonchalant and carried a hint of sarcasm.

She then smiled. “Pitied me?”