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.

in a sea

was snuffing out the last flicker of hope

at home, she's come back, don't

Louis's soothing voice

back, visibly upset, turning to

was a

probably not wanting to upset her, helplessly played

"Young lady, my wife's not all there anymore, she can't recognize people. Please be patient, don't take it to

to embrace the name Yolanda in front of granny. But the old lady comforted her: "Don't worry, if you don't like

switched to a

and she was at a loss

been confused,

as ever.

and clumsily searching for tissues on the table,

table

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

caught a glimpse of the old photos and various

out some of the old photos, similar to the ones

diverse in shape but consistent

of a garden with little bridges over flowing water, a touch of Romanesque added to the serene and elegant design, thick with the weight of

remembered seeing something like it in some local chronicles,

were mostly destroyed or had been

the other items on the table, still fixated on finding tissues for Sophia's supposed sadness, rummaging

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