The Returning Ex

In the past, Matilda had given Isabelle her all. She obviously knew that John would be upset with her if she tried to matchmake him and Isabelle, but she still did it anyway. But now, when something happened to her, Isabelle had refused to help at all.

Matilda felt a little sad, but she was still making excuses for Isabelle in her heart. After all, John had always rejected Isabelle’s advances, and Matilda knew this much. Hence, she could understand Isabelle not wanting to offend John by avoiding her. She had seen Isabelle go to the Constance Group just now and meet up with John, most likely to mention her matters.

It was probably due to her failure to get a positive response from John that she had brushed me off on the phone like that. With Zack beside John, Isabelle might have found it hard to mention some things, so it’s only natural if she didn’t say much.

Matilda thought up a lot of excuses to explain away Isabelle’s actions. The more she thought about it, the better she felt in her heart.

Sophia had been busy the entire time. There were some customers at noon, but Robin was in charge of running the shop. Sophia kept on packing up big boxes and carrying things around, looking really serious in her work.

After a while, Matilda turned around and looked at Sophia, who was busy. She couldn’t help but start sneering, “It’s clear that your life is filled with nothing but hard work.”

Since she didn’t lower her voice, Sophia naturally heard it.

own effort. I know someone who only knows how to rely on her parents when she was younger and her husband

her head and looked at Robin. “Guess whom she

meant for Matilda, so her expression turned a little embarrassing. When she didn’t respond, Sophia continued saying to herself, “I guess she’ll just live on her own fat or just live off her parents when all else fails. After all, there aren’t many men who are willing to support a spoilt and narcissistic old woman who stays

stood up quickly.

you’re done eating, pay up and get lost now. Actually, I

toward Sophia, she snarled, “Say that again!

pointed at it and said, “Take a look at yourself in the mirror. Look at your own long face, and you’ll

herself in the mirror. All she did was grit her

fighting, she could never match up to Sophia. Knowing that, Matilda could

any money

that she couldn’t speak. She took out her purse, peeled a bill from it, and slapped it onto the counter. “Keep the