The Returning Ex

John told the villagers to go back and get some rest, as well as instructing those who would leave with him to settle things with their family during the next few days. After the crowd dispersed, Sophia finally relaxed her shoulders.

Upon heaving a sigh, she noticed that her stomach was a little upset. She quickly surmised that her tantrum must’ve affected her child, which prompted her to sit down hastily to get some rest.

Meanwhile, John went over to hold her in his arms before consoling her in a soothing voice. “I am here, so you have nothing to worry about. Nothing will go wrong.”

Instead of pushing him away, Sophia squeezed his shirt in her palms while gritting her teeth. “Why is he like that?” She didn’t understand why someone as lowly as Walter was her father. Furthermore, she was extremely disappointed in him.

Her grandfather used to serve in the military, which shaped him into a fair and just man. Even during the harsh times, never once did his morals sway. Also, she never committed any outrageous crimes in the course of her life, so she should count as a good citizen.

instances only served to further confuse her as to why her grandfather and her would have someone like Walter as

sure how to console her, so he could only keep her company while holding her in his arms. After a while,

leaving for the yard, where he brooded for a while, then left

end. Seeing that he broke Walter’s finger, he guessed that the

so he headed toward the entrance to check on the road that would lead outside

finally finding Walter outside a house at the south side of the village. As if having predicted Walter’s course of action, the villagers who were outside Sophia’s house were

treat Walter’s wounds as the latter brought it upon himself, and that he should have all of his fingers broken. Meanwhile, Walter seemed to have sprang back to life as he shot insults

exhausted after lashing out non-stop, so he turned to look at Oscar. “Mr. Wilde, please check on my finger! It’s already numb,

unaware of Walter’s predicament, Oscar puffed on his tobacco before saying, “Ten years ago, we had a poor harvest because of