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!”

her hair for a bit. “If my mother comes again, lock the door and keep her out.” Her expression tense, Sophia took a step back, putting distance between them. John then slowly

up and leave,” Sophia huffed, seemingly in

that she’d already turned sideways and was combing her hair with her fingers. At this time, Matilda tapped the back of his seat. “Go, go! The police will be

merely drove off without even turning to take a look when he went past the police car. Through the rear-view mirror, he could see

“Mom, where do you

Where to drop me off? She actually wanted to go back to Constance Residence, but she was the one who packed up and left back then. She was even a touch pompous when she left, so she truly couldn’t quite bring herself to say that she wanted to go back in front of William

the corner of 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