The Returning Ex

However, Sophia could not possibly imagine leaving the child to someone else for two decades without ever asking about how the child was doing. She herself couldn’t do it; she couldn’t bear it.

So, it was nothing but a load of codswallop when the woman said that she had feelings for her. How could she not care about me for so many years if she really has feelings? No matter how many issues she had, they’re all excuses.

Sophia closed her eyes; her head hurt.

After waiting for a while, John came up again. This time, he told her to go downstairs for lunch. He came over to help Sophia sit up, and then hugged her from behind. “No matter what happens, I’ll be here for you. Don’t be afraid.”

She didn’t struggle but simply leaned into her arms. Her voice was faint as she said, “I used to be afraid that my grandpa would leave me when he got old, and he really left. Then, I was afraid of divorcing you, and we really got a divorce. John, from then on, I have nothing to be afraid of anymore. I’m not afraid of anything.”

John felt a little heartbroken at her words. Thus, he hugged her tightly, saying, “I’m sorry. I will always be there for you in the future.” These words sounded very comforting to the ears, but Sophia didn’t really believe it. Sometimes, when one held too much hope in one’s heart, one risked losing it all.

Sophia went to the bathroom to wash her face before following John downstairs.

they called out to the others to come and have lunch. Ms. Cannon’s cooking was very good, so everyone was satisfied with what was laid before them on the

came to the dining room, the two old women waved and asked Sophia to

lovingly looked into Sophia’s eyes and asked what she would like so

aloud at this. “It’s okay. Everything’s fine by me. John is here. If I

nodding. “That’s true. If you’re with a man, you shouldn’t spoil him. You must give him

if you talk like that, people will think you have a grudge

You used to treat our Sophia badly, and I know all about it.” Old Mrs.

wrong, and I did her dirty, but

her well. Come, let’s eat first. The more you talk, the more it affects

into laughter. Indeed, the

glances at Matilda. The latter did not talk much but kept her head lowered to eat most of the time. However, she did look after Sophia tenderly throughout the meal and appeared much

glanced at Sophia again. The lady didn’t talk much either. She would occasionally look