Next One Is a Babe

Gazing at the picture on the grave, Sophia said, “I had a dream last night. Grandpa was in my dream, and so were you.”

With a sneer, Matilda jeered, “I guess it was a bad dream after all.”

“Indeed.” Sophia sighed. “I dreamed of you scolding me, blaming me for not being able to bring any blessings into the family. Not only did John have to be involved in this, but Grandpa didn't even get better.”

These words were the exact phrases which Matilda had repeatedly used against Sophia.

Thinking about it, Matilda asked, "Does John know you're here?"

"Nope." Glancing at the mountains at afar, Sophia reckoned it was a scenic view here, and it somehow calmed one's soul.

Pressing her lips together, Matilda hesitated to speak her mind. But in the end, she blurted, "Before Old Mr. Constance left, he held my hand, asking me to be nice to you and to take good care of you.”

Clearly, Matilda had failed to do as she was told. In fact, she had agreed to be nice, but she was often absent-minded, so she had forgotten all about it the next day.

A moment later, Matilda turned around and casted a glance at Sophia. “Honestly, I didn’t like you at all. To be exact, I hate you. If it wasn’t for you, John and Belle are probably married by now.”

Nodding her head, Sophia agreed, “Yep. If it wasn’t for me, John’s life would probably be perfect.” At that, she turned to face Matilda. “However, I’m curious. Do you really think John likes Isabelle?”

Hearing that, Matilda was dumbstruck and snapped as if by conditioned reflex, “Of course he likes her! What’s not to like about her?”

Putting on a smile, Sophia said, “Really? I’m confused, then. You see, since John and I are now divorced, nothing is holding him back. If he really liked Isabelle, why didn’t they just get together officially? Why is he putting Isabelle in such an awkward position?”

Pursing her lips, Matilda stared at Sophia.

Without getting a reply, Sophia went on, “You’ve read the news, right? Instead of approaching Isabelle, John had hooked up with some random woman in the bar. Is that how he shows his affection toward Isabelle?”

Clicking her tongue, Sophia ridiculed, “If that's love, it's just heartbreaking.”

Hearing that, Matilda’s face fell. She did read about that news, and she even called up John immediately to seek confirmation when she did.

Surprisingly, John didn’t try to hide it at all. He admitted that the news was true and the person in the picture was him. Undoubtedly, he had brought a woman out of the bar.

Upon hearing his confession then, Matilda got hopping mad, but after considering John’s recent attitude toward her, she didn’t dare to complain.

As John said, they were grownups, thus capable of bearing their own responsibilities without having anyone to interfere.

In particular when Matilda had messed up her own matters herself.

Seeing Matilda’s sullen face, Sophia found it hilarious and sighed. “Oh well, why did I bother to yak so much? I wasn’t here to talk to you anyway.”