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 of

snuffing out the last flicker of hope for an

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

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

upset, turning to

was a

helplessly played

can't recognize people. Please be patient, don't take it to heart. As long as she's happy, just humor her a bit, sorry to trouble

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

switched to

stung, and she was at a loss

have been confused, but

as ever.

trying to comfort her and clumsily searching

in the study, a table

stood up to look for tissues, casting a view onto the

the old photos and various architectural

similar to the ones she'd seen

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

seated at the table, wearing reading glasses, tinkering with a model of a garden with little bridges over flowing water, a

remembered seeing something like it in some local

were mostly destroyed

still fixated on finding tissues

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