The Returning Ex

Matilda hummed while listening to Isabelle’s complaints. “Take it slow. You’ll do fine after you get used to the workload.”

Smiling, Isabelle agreed, “Yeah, so I’d like to come up with a standard procedure as soon as possible, which could hopefully help ease things.”

After a while, Matilda said, “Well, I suppose you should work on that. Since I don’t really have anything of importance, I’ll end the call here.”

Upon getting Isabelle’s consent, she hung up. Matilda was frowning as she did because Isabelle didn’t sound much different from her usual self, so the incident might have nothing to do with her after all. She then turned around to hail a cab by the road.

Her feelings toward Isabelle were complicated, to say the least. Although she didn’t hate Isabelle, she was extremely disappointed in the latter for using her despite how she treated Isabelle as her own daughter. I shouldn’t have done all those things for her. What a waste of effort.

as the child was John’s child and her grandchild. The fact that

asleep after spending hours tossing and turning in bed. However, neither were her dreams a peaceful escape, as she dreamed of her being chased by someone while holding her child in her hands. All she could think of was to run as fast as her legs could carry her so that she could leave the place, but the formless being behind her remained in hot pursuit. Sophia was drenched

up the coming morning. Upon opening her eyes, she could feel the sticky sensation on her skin. Aside from that, she was tired out, as if having physically ran laps during her sleep despite it being a dream. She propped herself up to look out of the window. The weather was

cooking in the kitchen. As if having unlocked a talent within him, he could already present her with a lot of

but he seemed alright. “Breakfast is almost ready. I’ll drive you to your shop once we’re done eating.” He checked

nodded. “Remember to

I’ll make sure you’re the first