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.

didn’t mean she hated the child she carried, as the child was John’s child and her grandchild. The

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

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

already present her with a lot of the more common dishes. Walking up to him, Sophia greeted

to your shop once we’re done eating.” He checked

hearing what John said, Sophia nodded. “Remember to

in agreement. “Worry not. I’ll