Next One Is a Babe

With a smile, Old Mrs. Constance replied, “It looks like you don’t even want to care about your father’s problem. I guess I must have worried too much.”

John let out a sigh and said, “I can’t even figure out my own problem, let alone taking care of his.”

Old Mrs. Constance leaned back on the seat and said, “Your problem is a lot easier than your dad’s to take care of.”

John chuckled. “Things with me are more complicated than you think.” Sophia is more and more rational, and I doubt that’s a good sign.

After taking his grandma home, John got changed and took lunch at home before he headed to his office. Soon, he received a call from one of his men telling him that Third Young Lady Jefferson had picked up Ian, who had now begun his training. Upon hearing that, John sat back in his seat and smiled. “Alright, understood.”

John hung up the call and laid down his phone with a smile on his face. Third Young Lady Jefferson is indeed a person who walks the talk. Despite my casual suggestion, she took care of it so soon. After that, John proceeded to bury himself in work throughout the entire afternoon until it was time to leave work. He only snapped out of his absorption in work when Zack dropped by to say hello.

Then, he looked at the time on his monitor screen, massaging his brow ridge. “You may leave first. I still have some unfinished business here, so I’ll leave once I’m done.”

Hearing his superior’s words, Zack nodded. “Don’t stay up too late. You need to cut yourself some slack.” After Zack left, John took a few more files and continued to compare the figures on them with those on the screen. Not long after that, the office door was open, but John didn’t look this time. “What’s the matter? If you have a document, just put it on the table.” Nevertheless, he soon heard a chuckle.

John paused as he turned around before he knitted his brows. “Why are you here?”

Isabelle curled her lips upward and said with a deep voice, “Something has been bothering me deep down, so I came here to talk. This is about us, and I’d like to hear from you.” Although John understood what she wanted to hear, he knew what he did the night before was a little too mean to Isabelle. Therefore, he put his work aside and crossed his arms, placing his hands on his thighs. “I wasn’t being mean to you yesterday. I left earlier because I was busy.”

Isabelle walked closer and sat opposite John. “I didn’t know Mrs. Constance would do that because I thought she had already gotten over with what happened the last time. So, I just want to say sorry for upsetting you.”