The Returning Ex

All Sophia could do was console the villagers. A few would come with them for this time, and if things went well, they would contact the rest of them to slowly help them venture out into the open world. The village head thanked Sophia while he dropped by.

He also told Sophia about the fact that the villagers were all thankful toward John for helping to pave the roads, as well as finding the younger generation a job. It was all thanks to Sophia that the lives of these people were about to change for the better.

However, Sophia felt guilty, as she did nothing to help, so she didn’t think she deserved their gratitude.

In the meantime, Walter caught wind of their impending departure due to the commotion it raised, so he came to Sophia’s house once again. He was wearing the same shirt, and though he tried his best to keep up appearances, it didn’t take a lot for the others to deduce that he wasn’t in fact as well off as he presented himself to be.

When he arrived at the house, the villagers were still in there. Chuckling, he walked up to them. “Oh, so everyone’s here. This looks fun.”

As if not

why the hurry? You don’t get to come home everyday, so why not spend

was ignored by everyone. All Sophia did was stare at him with

route they would take with a few other men in the house. He told them that someone would meet

the villagers from where he stood, Walter chuckled before approaching Sophia. “I was planning on paying my respects at your grandfather’s grave yesterday, but I couldn’t find it. Sophia, why don’t you bring me there? I miss him, and after all those years, I figured he would miss me too.” The manner in which he spoke sounded almost frivolous, which expressed neither guilt nor

a stern look on her face, Sophia said, “You don’t have the right to pay your respects, as Grandpa wouldn’t want to see you. Whatever items that you and your wife left behind, he had burned them all to ashes. He told me

“You brat. Why are you being so unfilial toward me? I understand that you hate me, but that’s between us. I am your grandfather’s son, so he will be angry if you stop us from seeing each other. He must be