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.

when the two of them had left did Ian drop his arm from around her and breathed a sigh of relief. “Take a seat. I’ll just go and put my stuff away.” That was in reference to his

put his guitar away, and when he came down, he was with the woman. The two of them came down one after

landing first and walked over to Sophia, upon which she

him spoke, but this time, her voice was acrid and derisive. “You’ve just come home, yet you’re going out

“Does me having a meal here prove that you’re not mistreating me?” The woman was stunned, and she stared

he walked out of the living room. The yard was very spacious, with a simple garage at the side that housed two cars, and Ian went into

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

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

Sophia asked, “Who was that woman?” Her relationship with that