The Returning Ex

Matilda’s sobbing ceased, but after a moment’s contemplation, she continued crying. Closing his eyes for a moment, William chided, “Stop crying. What’s the use of crying?” He emphasized every single word as he spoke. His voice was mild, but one could hear that he was a tad livid. Knowing that he was still peeved about the incident back then, Matilda blinked and slowly stopped weeping.

Again, John asked, “Why did you come here?”

Sniffling, Matilda replied, “I was just thinking that those rumors on the Internet are affecting you badly, so I came over to ask for her help in issuing a statement to clarify things. Then, the matter will be resolved.”

At this time, Sophia turned back without saying a single word.

John glanced at Matilda. Although Sophia isn’t very reasonable, she’s smart. She won’t do anything irrational. Thus, he then asked, “Who made the first move?”

All at once, Matilda went silent. As such, the answer was clear as day. Shaking his arm, William shook off her hand from his shirt. “Were you trying to add to the trouble we’re in now? Well?” This question was uttered in a voice far louder than he’d used earlier.

a solution now. Matilda has already lodged a police report, so this matter will be even worse when the police arrive in a while. Perhaps this will also be fodder for the

looked at Matilda. “You

fraction as she stammered, “Y-Yes.” Actually, regret assailed her when she was done lodging a police report. At that time, she was blinded by rage after Sophia had hit her, so she didn’t stop to think. Only when she sat

his jaw. “You’re

too nice to her, and her status as the most senior Mrs. Constance inhibited her sisters-in-law from confronting her head-on. Meanwhile, Belinda, the matriarch of the Constance Family, has always been an easy-going person, thus closing a blind eye to things that aren’t too serious. When no one reprimands her and she doesn’t need to think for

at Sophia. “Why

temperament? If I’d stopped her, she probably wouldn’t have stopped at lodging a police report. Rather, she would’ve even assembled

Clenching his hand into a fist, John hammered

touch scared. Gazing at William, she asked