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.

suddenly drowning in a sea of

like she was snuffing out the last flicker of

tried to explain, "Yoli's at home, she's

Louis's soothing voice came: "Honey, Yoli's right upstairs, you just saw

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

a

to upset her, helplessly played along: "Okay, Yoli's on the

wife's not all there anymore, she can't recognize people. Please be patient, don't

granny. But the old lady comforted her: "Don't worry, if you don't

switched to

eyes stung, and she was

confused,

as ever.

flustered, trying to comfort her and clumsily searching for

study, a table laden with old photos

to look for tissues, casting a view

of the old photos and

the old photos, similar to the ones she'd seen in the car, just more and more

mostly Romanesque gardens and buildings, diverse in shape but consistent in

with little bridges over flowing water, a touch of Romanesque added

like it in

- they were mostly

fixated on finding

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