The Returning Ex

Elder Mr. Bailey’s expression remained unchanged. “You never used to give up so easily in the past. Child, let me ask you this—back then, you said you like John, so it didn’t matter even if he was married. Does that still apply now?”

Isabelle raised her head and looked at him, her tears falling uncontrollably. After a moment’s hesitation, she murmured, “Yes. I still love him.” Although John and Sophia already had a child, her feelings for him hadn’t diminished an iota. She’d been harboring feelings for this man for too long a time that her love for him was now in her bones.

Her grandfather nodded. “That’s enough, then. You’re not the kind of person who admits defeat easily, so just go for it if you love him. We all support you. They’re not planning to remarry now, so the only connection between them is the unborn child. There’s nothing else, so you definitely stand a chance. Do you understand my meaning?”

Taken aback, Isabelle gaped at him, but his expression was exceedingly calm. It was as though those despicable remarks earlier had nothing to do with him. Isabelle, however, was very much shocked that he’d openly encouraged her, his own granddaughter, to break up someone else’s marriage, and he’d spoken without any compunction at that. She pursed her lips. “Grandpa, I’m actually a tad afraid.”

register as an issue with him. “It’s fine, Isabelle. You have nothing to worry about,” he declared earnestly. “If it weren’t for Sophia Gwendolyn back then, you and John would’ve been

there was just one more step left. We were a heartbeat away from getting married, but Sophia Gwendolyn popped out! Then, she slowly nodded. “Indeed. If it weren’t for Sophia Gwendolyn, John and I would probably be

too much on this, so he grunted in assent. “It’s your happiness, so do

up, her mind felt rather fuzzy as she stared at the door. I think I need to change the door lock. John Constance is

knocking on the door, chiding her for sleeping too much and asking if she wanted to come down for lunch. Grunting an acknowledgment, Sophia called out, “Come on in. The door isn’t

in with a tray filled with dishes in her hand. She then sighed. “I know you’ve been feeling drowsy lately, but no matter what,