The Returning Ex

Sophia didn’t quite understand the old man’s remark.

The old man then slowly got up from the sofa and headed toward her and Ian with his cane. He was stooped since he was in his twilight years, thus appearing an entire head shorter than Ian who was standing ramrod straight. Nonetheless, his aura more than made up for that fact. He stared at Ian for a long time before nodding. “You’ve lost weight.”

All at once, Sophia turned and looked at Ian as well, finding this interaction between father and son rather strange.

At this precise moment, the woman stood up and came over to help support the old man. “You must have waited here all morning. Now that you’ve seen him, you can rest easy. So, let’s go upstairs and rest, okay?”

The old man’s gaze shifted to Sophia but he said nothing, merely nodding in utter satisfaction. Such an attitude had goosebumps rising all over Sophia’s body. Then, he turned around. “Okay. I’m tired, so help me upstairs to rest.”

The woman held the old man’s arm, but the moment she pivoted, she threw Sophia an intense look. As Sophia had a bad impression of the woman, she outright rolled her eyes at her.

did Ian drop his arm from around her and breathed a sigh of relief. “Take

Sophia plopped down onto the sofa unceremoniously. Meanwhile, Ian strode up the stairs. However, he took a long time just to put his guitar away, and when he came down, he was with the woman. The two of

Sophia, upon which she stood up. Then, he declared, “Let’s go and grab a

as his words reached them, the woman behind him spoke, but this time, her voice was acrid and derisive. “You’ve just come home, yet you’re going out to eat. If your father learns

you’re not mistreating me?” The woman was

was very spacious, with

the car a once-over. This car doesn’t seem cheap either. Looking back at

loaded, huh? I couldn’t even tell since you kept too low a profile previously.” Ian said nothing, merely starting the car and driving out. When they left the villa, they could still see that woman standing at the entrance to the living room, staring at them with her arms crossed,

away, Sophia asked, “Who was that woman?” Her relationship with that old man doesn’t seem platonic, but Ian said she isn’t