The Returning Ex

Sophia blinked at her. “Old Mrs. Constance, what do you have to say?”

She put some food in Sophia’s bowl. “Have you ever heard your grandfather bring up John’s grandfather before? Do you know what kind of friendship they had?”

Sophia paused and thought about it seriously. “He did bring him up before, but he did not say much.”

Old Mrs. Constance seemed quite interested. “What did he say? Tell me.”

Old Mrs. Constance and Old Mr. Constance loved each other very much. When he passed away, she was the most calm and reserved with her emotions.

However, some things inevitably showed through one’s face.

Sophia felt like she was probably also the saddest and most heartbroken person.

After thinking for a moment, she decided to tell her. Old Mr. Gwendolyn had, in fact, not told Sophia a lot. When he reunited with Old Mr. Constance, he, with only skin and bones left, was in a worse state than Old Mr. Constance.

Old Mr. Gwendolyn had worked his whole life as a farmer, so his physique had long since deteriorated.

Exerting a bit of strength, he managed to briefly tell her about the past.

The two old men had once joined the army.

At the time, Old Mr. Gwendolyn carried out several missions while he was in his troop. He said that in one of his missions, he rescued Old Mr. Constance.

detail as to how he rescued

two of

conditions back then while the

they were demobilized,

Mr. Constance had left a means of contact for Old Mr. Gwendolyn so he could go to him if he ever

the difference between them, so he was determined to not look for him no matter how hard things

back to the countryside

deteriorating so Sophia brought him to a hospital to get looked at. There, he met the similarly burdened

was when

saddened as she talked about it. “My grandfather had to stay strong because he had to raise me on his own, but I

Gwendolyn was strong and independent throughout his

with one person—Old Mr. Constance. He asked him to take good care of Sophia once he was

that, Sophia was redirected halfway and

eating and her eyes were red

gave her a piece of

also left without feeling at ease. In his final moments, he was even reluctant to close his

time, trying to appease him with words so that he could pass on

kept his eyes open and held on to

tormented and unsettled. “It’s my fault. It was

her, John’s expression

time, Old Mr. Constance pulled on his hand and repeatedly exhorted that he had to take