Next One Is a Babe

“What?!” Old Mrs. Constance rose up from her seat, and she didn’t look pleased at all. She knew it was something bad, but clearly, she didn’t expect it to be this bad. “Is she insane? Why would Matilda do something like that at this point in time?”

Dumbstruck, William had a sullen expression as he gazed at John. “Is Sophia alright?”

“She’s fine.” John shook his head. “Fortunately, Ian was with her. He noticed that something was odd, and so that person didn’t succeed.”

Clenching her teeth, the old lady said, “Even though nothing bad happened, this is simply not a minor issue. What… What if...”

Holding his grandmother by the hand, John comforted her by saying, “Grandma, don’t you worry. I think Mom did it because she was beaten up by Sophia last time. She just wanted to vent her anger by getting someone to hit Sophia too. Mom didn’t have other motives.”

“But that’s still wrong!” the old lady snapped. In the next second, she lifted her head to look at William. “This is all your fault! Look at your wife! If you don’t do something, she’s going to wreak havoc!”

Doing a facepalm, William complained, “Do you think I want it to happen? I’ll give her all the money she wants if she would just stop stirring up a sh*tstorm!”

Shaking her head, the old lady said, “You’re just too nice to her. Lucky you, because she’s still not as bright. If she brightens up one day, who knows what bigger problems will she cause!”

Just like the incident this time, that dimwit, Mrs. Constance had found another blockhead to do the dirty deed for her. Next time, if she managed to find a smarter fella, Sophia wouldn’t stand a chance.

If Sophia ended up in trouble, the Constance Family would end up in trouble too. Obviously, both John and William had thought about it.

While the three fell into silence, Old Mrs. Constances spoke up suddenly. “I think there’s nothing we can do with Matilda. If we confront her, she will just sulk and complain as she usually does. Now, we need to take the last resort.”

Looking at his mother, William could vaguely guess what she wanted to do. “Mom, what do you plan to do?”

Standing up slowly, the old lady sighed. “William, since you can’t do it, I’ll decide for you. I’ll drop by the Flintstone Residence later. It won’t be nice if you two show up, so don’t come with me. I’ll settle this myself.”

With that, she turned around. “Don’t ask me how I’m going to settle this, because you can’t solve this. Just take care of the company and leave this to me.”

Without asking further, William looked as if he understood what his mother meant.

After going upstairs, the old lady had changed into formal clothes and even put her hair up nicely in a bun.

The servants helped the old lady down the stairs, and they too, had changed.

Jumping to his feet, William asked anxiously, “Mom, can you please tell me your plans? I just don’t feel at peace.”