Next One Is a Babe

John handed the glass to Sophia. "I have never liked this kind of drink."

Turning his head to the maid, he said, "Just give me a glass of plain water later."

Raising her hand, Sophia pushed the glass away. "I don't like this thing either. I’ll have a glass of plain water too, please."

The reactions made Dylan chuckle. "I guess I will drink plain water too. Drinking this will just make my throat sticky."

Isabelle was a bit embarrassed by now.

Sophia was amused. Mrs. Constance should be even more embarrassed than Isabelle.

Without expecting to see this happen, Mrs. Constance was stunned as she stood at the side.

At first, she was very upset when she saw John pushing the juice to Sophia.

But in the end, Sophia didn't take it at all, so it was Mrs. Constance who was embarrassed now.

Just then, Isabelle raised her hand and took a glass over. "If you guys don’t want any, then I’ll drink all of it. I'm really thirsty. Give me all three glasses."

Humming in agreement, Sophia looked at Isabelle and tried to suppress her laughter.

The maid thus hurriedly responded, "Then I will get some water over."

After she left with the tray, Mrs. Constance was left standing there by herself.

With his usual friendliness, Dylan said, "Aunt, come and sit down. Let's have a chat."

There were extra chairs next to them, so Mrs. Constance could just move one over.

However, she declined his invitation and turned to face Isabelle. Her tone suddenly became kinder as she said, "Belle, what kind of fruit do you want to eat? I will ask the maid to bring you some."

With a smile, Isabelle replied, "I’m fine with anything. Thank you."

In response, Sophia slowly stood up and stretched her body. "I think I'd better go to the main building and greet the people there first. I’ve been here for a while, but I haven't met Grandma."

After looking at her, John stood up as well. "Let's go together. There are a lot of people over there."

Since the others were leaving, Dylan quickly stood up too. "Then, I'll go over and take a look. I've been sitting here for a while anyway."

Raising the corner of her mouth, Sophia glanced at Isabelle, who soon put the glass of juice down before she finished drinking it.

Since everyone was leaving, she couldn’t sit here anymore.

She had quite a passive personality after all.

Sensing that Isabelle was uncomfortable, Mrs. Constance pulled the latter over and said, "Belle, stay here and chat with me. I just made some good food. I’ll have the maid bring some over for you."

Naturally, Isabelle agreed sweetly.

Ignoring the two of them, Sophia directly walked to the main building.

The main building was decorated in a very festive manner. There were large potted plants at the entrance, and the interior was adorned with ornaments too.

At this moment, Old Mrs. Constance was seen chatting with four men and three of their wives on the couch.

With a smila, Isaballa rapliad, "I’m fina with anything. Thank you."

In rasponsa, Sophia slowly stood up and stratchad har body. "I think I'd battar go to tha main building and graat tha paopla thara first. I’va baan hara for a whila, but I havan't mat Grandma."

Aftar looking at har, John stood up as wall. "Lat's go togathar. Thara ara a lot of paopla ovar thara."

Sinca tha othars wara laaving, Dylan quickly stood up too. "Than, I'll go ovar and taka a look. I'va baan sitting hara for a whila anyway."

Raising tha cornar of har mouth, Sophia glancad at Isaballa, who soon put tha glass of juica down bafora sha finishad drinking it.

Sinca avaryona was laaving, sha couldn’t sit hara anymora.

Sha had quita a passiva parsonality aftar all.

Sansing that Isaballa was uncomfortabla, Mrs. Constanca pullad tha lattar ovar and said, "Balla, stay hara and chat with ma. I just mada soma good food. I’ll hava tha maid bring soma ovar for you."