Next One Is a Babe

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With Sophia in his arms, John kissed her on the forehead. The two snuggled for a while before heading downstairs.

It was time for dinner. The two of them saw Matilda wiping her hands and ready to go upstairs to inform everyone.

Sophia said, “Mom! Hasn’t Grandma come down?” Sophia’s way of addressing Matilda made her jump in shock.

She smacked her lips with an awkward expression and replied, “You should just call me Madam Flintstone. That way, I won’t feel any gap between us. If you call me Mom, my heart will jump, and I will feel as if I have aged.”

Sophia laughed jovially at Matilda’s funny response. “Not only you, I feel weird calling you Mom as well. Great, Madam Flintstone it is.”

Feeling a little amused by how odd the conversation could go between the ladies, John asked, “Do I need to call you by your name as well?”

Matilda glared at him. “What for? Don’t you want to be my son? Or you don’t see me as your mother?”

Faced with his mother’s chain of questions, he quickly shut up and regretted his decision to butt in. I should have listened without interrupting.

Matilda turned to Sophia and said, “Your grandma hasn’t come down yet. I’m going upstairs to notify her.” Upon saying so, she turned her body slightly to walk around John and Sophia to the second floor.

After stepping down the stairs, Sophia carefully stretched her limbs. “By the way, did Logan contact you last night?”

John grunted before answering, “Yeah, he gave me some valuable clues. Even though he is all over the place and acts carelessly, at the crucial moment, he plays an important role.”

At the mention of Logan’s character, Sophia immediately broke into a smile. “I think Logan is at Miss Hunt’s place now. I can’t explain why, but I feel that those two have something going on.”

John pursed his lips without replying.

To be honest, he had had a discussion with Logan about Lola. Even though she had made a career switch, she used to be part of the police and had some support behind her. Getting Lola onto their side to help would be much easier than dealing with the matter themselves.

John and Sophia waited in the dining room. Soon, Matilda returned with Old Mrs. Constance.

The old lady looked as if she had just woken up. With Matilda’s help, she carefully descended the stairs.

When they were coming down, Sophia overheard them talking about the Flintstones, which reminded her that Old Mrs. Constance had wanted to pay a visit to the Flintstones.

Indeed, when the two women appeared, Old Mrs. Constance announced, “I will head over to the Flintstone Residence in the afternoon. Matilda will stay home. Sophia, do you have anything you crave? I can buy you some when I’m out.”

She’s treating me like a kid!

Not having any cravings, Sophia shook her head. “I don’t particularly crave anything. I’m fine. There are too many fruits at home, and I’ll have those instead.”