The Returning Ex

At this, Matilda was a tad displeased. I was the one being beaten unilaterally. I look even worse for wear than Sophia, yet John hasn’t even asked after me ever since he came in until now. She looked at John. “John, you two are divorced, so you should be more circumspect.”

William frowned, very much disgruntled at her behavior now. “Zip it. You’ve created such a mess, yet you still have the temerity to chastise others here?” Matilda quickly pursed her lips, not daring to say a single word.

Meanwhile, Sophia remained expressionless. Without replying to John’s question, she merely said, “Go. You’ll run into the police if you tarry any longer.”

Matilda hurriedly scurried out while pulling William along. “Come, come, let’s go. Let’s go quickly.”

John, however, stood there for a few seconds as he stared at Sophia. Sophia sneered at his scrutiny. “Why, are you irked because I hit your mother again? Even so, just stifle it!”

again, lock the door and keep her out.” Her expression tense, Sophia took

Sophia huffed, seemingly

who were already in the car. When he glanced at Sophia back at the house through the rear-view mirror, he saw that she’d already turned sideways and was combing her hair with her fingers. At this

seat. William twisted his head away, truly having no desire to gaze upon her. John merely drove off without even turning to take a look when he went past the

a while, John asked, “Mom, where do

up and left back then. She was even a touch

her eye, only to see that he hadn’t reacted at all, acting as though he hadn’t heard John’s question. Judging from his expression, he doesn’t want me to return to Constance Residence. Mild indignation inundated her. Never had he acted in such a manner throughout the years, but he’s now treating me so shoddily because of an outsider! Throwing a tantrum, she declared, “Drop me off