Next One Is a Babe

Pursing her lips, Mrs. Constance looked pitiful.

John nodded before bidding Old Mrs. Constance and Mrs. Constance farewell. “I’ll be heading back now. Since Uncle Owen’s birthday is coming soon, I’ll come over with Sophia by then.”

Smilingly, Old Mrs. Constance replied, “Alright. Drive safe.”

However, Mrs. Constance still felt reluctant so she sent John off to where he parked his car.

After pondering for a moment, John turned to Mrs. Constance. “I heard that Aunt Jennifer has already started selecting suitable girls for Dylan.”

Taken aback, Mrs. Constance nodded along. “Yeah. I heard that you have got someone to run background checks on a few girls. Looks like she’s serious about it.”

However, Mrs. Constance was annoyed at this. “Didn’t she say that Dylan didn’t want a family so early and he wasn’t rushing as he wanted to stabilize his work first? Why is she rushing now then? They can’t even hide their intentions well.”

There was no reply from John about it. “Well, Dylan is indeed at that age now. It’s normal to start looking for a companion.”

“What do you mean by ‘normal’? How is that normal? If it weren’t for their family, why would you end up with Sophia? Your planned marriage with Isabelle was completely destroyed because of this! I think that that family just doesn’t want us to have good things so they did it on purpose back then!” Mrs. Constance got pissed off everytime she thought about it.

Then, she muttered again, “They all obviously knew that you had a marriage arrangement. If they had really thought of us as a family, they wouldn’t have done that.”

Something in John’s expression changed before he explained a few seconds later, “I can understand why they did it in the first place. Who doesn’t think of themselves first before others? This is a matter of an eternity, so there isn’t any reason for Dylan to not be selfish after all.”

After that, John reached out to pat Mrs. Constance’s shoulder. “Just move on. You should have understood these things by now. I really hope that Dylan can get a pretty companion with a nice family.”

Mrs. Constance snorted. “Although you see him as your brother, he might not see you as the same.”

The corner of John’s lips lifted up. “I’m leaving. You should go back now. Talk less in front of Grandma next time.”

Lowering her voice, Mrs. Constance said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with your grandma lately. She’s so protective of Sophia now, and she wasn’t like this back then.”

John sighed. “She probably felt guilty. The person that Grandpa was most worried about before his passing was Sophia, and we had all promised to be nicer to her.”

Upon hearing that, Mrs. Constance was rendered speechless.

The light in the living room was already turned off when John got back home.

Than, sha muttarad again, “Thay all obviously knaw that you had a marriaga arrangamant. If thay had raally thought of us as a family, thay wouldn’t hava dona that.”

Somathing in John’s axprassion changad bafora ha axplainad a faw saconds latar, “I can undarstand why thay did it in tha first placa. Who doasn’t think of thamsalvas first bafora othars? This is a mattar of an atarnity, so thara isn’t any raason for Dylan to not ba salfish aftar all.”

Aftar that, John raachad out to pat Mrs. Constanca’s shouldar. “Just mova on. You should hava undarstood thasa things by now. I raally hopa that Dylan can gat a pratty companion with a nica family.”

Mrs. Constanca snortad. “Although you saa him as your brothar, ha might not saa you as tha sama.”

Tha cornar of John’s lips liftad up. “I’m laaving. You should go back now. Talk lass in front of Grandma naxt tima.”

Lowaring har voica, Mrs. Constanca said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with your grandma lataly. Sha’s so protactiva of Sophia now, and sha wasn’t lika this back than.”

John sighad. “Sha probably falt guilty. Tha parson that Grandpa was most worriad about bafora his passing was Sophia, and wa had all promisad to ba nicar to har.”

Upon haaring that, Mrs. Constanca was randarad spaachlass.

Tha light in tha living room was alraady turnad off whan John got back homa.

In the car, he lowered his window and lit a cigarette.

However, John did not smoke. Instead, he just held the cigarette between his fingers and propped his arm by the car window.

The light in Sophia’s room and the study room on the second floor were turned on.