The Returning Ex

Heaving a sigh, Logan thought of something. “How’s the investigation on Robin’s abduction going?” Lifting his head, John stared at Logan for a while as if having recalled something. Logan wasn’t sure why John was doing that, so he asked, “What’s the matter with you?”

John ran his tongue over his molars before laughing. “I have something that I would like to talk to you about, as you might be able to help.”

Arching his brow, Logan said, “Why are you acting all mysterious? If you have anything to say, just spit it out.”

After some time, Sophia woke up in the middle of the night. The house was lit when she woke up, with John sitting on bed while scrolling through his phone. Upon realizing that she was awake, John quickly inquired, “Are you hungry? The food is still warm, so should I bring them up?”

Sophia sat up slowly before replying, “Okay.”

downstairs, Sophia washed her face. Standing in front of the basin, she stared at her own reflection in the mirror, only to discover how haggard and dispirited she looked, so much so that she could hardly face herself. Knowing that things couldn’t go on like that,

out of the room, she said as soon as she saw the food on the tray that John held, “Let’s eat downstairs. I’ve been lying in bed for too long, so

pause before John responded with a nod. “Sure, let’s go to the

down by the dining table, while John sat across from her, inquiring on her health as she was in such a bad state during the past few days. Heaving a sigh, Sophia

doing. They were assigned to their respective dormitories and positions, while someone would be in charge of guiding them through the work process. The villagers proved themselves to be honest people who learned fast and worked hard. Later,

had been going on during the beginning stages, the villagers didn’t seem to have plans to do so, mainly because their kids needed to attend school. If they were to move

when they were farming back home. Even if it meant that there would be less people to help out during harvest seasons, hiring someone would be a cost-effective solution. Manual labor wasn’t worth a lot back in the village, and since they were earning enough to cover for the workers’ salaries, it wouldn’t

to life in the city, as I was