The Returning Ex

John got off work on time in the evening and drove straight back to Constance Residence. After parking his car, he slowly walked toward the main building, only to spot the figures in the open space in front of it before he’d even reached. Surprisingly, Isabelle hadn’t left yet.

Mrs. Constance and Isabelle were sitting on the rattan chairs by the entrance with a small table that was brought over by a servant in front of them. There were scented tea and fruits on the table.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Constance laughed as they talked about some unknown subject, her face glowing. She seemed an entirely different person from the one who was dashing off tears yesterday.

John walked over. “Mom.”

Upon seeing him, Mrs. Constance instantly got to her feet. “You’re back, John! You’re early today. I thought you’d only be back later.”

Beside her, Isabelle stood up as well. John then inclined his head at her in greeting, while she pressed her lips together and smiled sweetly. Mrs. Constance tugged at John’s hand. “Come, come, let’s go into the house. You’ve been slaving away all day, so you must be tired. Dinner will be served very soon.”

John concluded that Old Mrs. Constance wasn’t in the living room.

coming home very late.” The matriarch of the Zimmerman Family was a bestie of Old Mrs. Constance, so the

promptly hurried up to them. Mrs. Constance

to stay home alone every day. I really have no

thanked her. The corners of Isabelle’s mouth lifted. “Mrs. Constance and I get along well, so I visit her often.” After looking at her for a while, John then retracted

food now since it has been ready ages ago. It’s Belle who cooked this meal tonight, so

thought, it was a good idea now. She has always treated Isabelle in such a manner, even before my divorce from Sophia. Thus, it won’t

across from him. The corners of Isabelle’s mouth curved slightly, her expression gentle and tranquil. She had impeccable manners, so she was neither supercilious nor obsequious regardless of the

dishes. “Belle cooked this soup for over two hours to the point that the fish bones inside have all dissolved,” Mrs. Constance said, pointing at the contents of the pot. “Meanwhile, this is her

troublesome. She had to soak the ingredients with water before