Chapter 297

Sophia hesitated for a sec before picking up the call, and Renata's graceful smile popped up on the screen.

"Yoli, it's me, granny."

Seeing Sophia answer the call, the old lady was over the moon, her eyes curving into two pretty arches as she beamed, looking all kinds of kind and warm.

Sophia couldn't help but crack a smile back: "Hi granny."

Then, feeling a tad guilty: "Sorry granny, I just got home and ran into some stuff, I forgot to call you to let you know I'm safe."

"It's all good, as long as you're home." The old lady chuckled, leaning in closer to the phone and gazing at Sophia, her face brimming with contentment and a touch of tender pity.

Sophia felt a bit awkward under her gaze and was just about to say goodbye when the old lady got all nostalgic: "My Yoli's all grown up, that's wonderful."

Sophia's nose tingled with emotion from the affection in her voice, but her head was crystal clear that the old lady wasn't talking about her - she was just mistaking her for someone else.

"Granny, my name's Sophia. Why don't you call me Sophia, or just Sophy, okay?" she murmured, trying to set the record straight.

But no sooner had she finished her sentence than the old lady's face fell, her lips puckering in distress: "Does Yoli not want her granny anymore?"

Sophia paused at her question.

The old lady's voice wavered with sadness: "If Yoli doesn't want granny to call her Yoli, then from now on, granny will call you Sophia."

Her voice was still filled with a heartbreaking sorrow.

drowning in

she was snuffing out the last flicker of hope for an ailing old

explain, "Yoli's at home, she's come back, don't

end of the video, Louis's soothing voice came: "Honey, Yoli's right

lady snapped back, visibly upset, turning to rebuff him, "Yoli's on the

a

probably not wanting to upset her, helplessly

can't recognize people. Please be patient, don't take it to heart. As long as

the name Yolanda in front of granny. But the old lady comforted her: "Don't worry,

switched to a loving

and she was at a loss

old lady might have been confused, but

as ever.

trying to comfort her and clumsily searching for tissues on the

was in the study, a table laden with old

movements as she stood up to look for tissues, casting a view

glimpse of the old photos and various architectural

the old photos, similar to the

and buildings, diverse in shape but consistent in style, scattered across

wearing reading glasses, tinkering with a model of a garden with little bridges over flowing water,

like it in

- they were mostly

fixated on finding

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