The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

“This is all on me, not her.” John didn’t hide it, so in a way, he admitted it.

Old Mrs. Constance didn’t dwell on this. “You know what you did, so we’ll stay out of this.”

John leaned back on the sofa and sighed. He would have consoled his mother usually, but he wasn’t in the mood now. “I’ll go to Sophia’s place tomorrow. Maybe I’ll stay there after this. She dislikes it here, so we won’t be coming back.”

Old Mrs. Constance could understand that, for Matilda would just forget everything and repeat her mistakes after a while, so living under the same roof wasn’t optimal for them. She nodded. “That’s good. It’s nearer to the company, so it’s convenient for you.”

William came back a short while later. He had an appointment on this day, but his wife kept calling him to complain. So, he had no choice but to ask Owen to go in his stead, while he came back to check out the situation.

Old Mrs. Constance was speechless, so she looked at her son. “You spoiled her.”

William smiled. “I’ll take a look.”

a bigger troublemaker. Everything she disliked in

said, “They didn’t love each other in the beginning

froze, for he never heard about his parents’

“Your dad wasn’t going to marry your mother in the first place. The lady he wanted to marry came from almost the same background as us. They were a good match, and after the meeting, your father felt great about her. However, a more powerful family had their eyes on her, so the lady chose them after thinking about it. It had been years since then. There was nothing like the engagement system we have today, so everyone skipped to marriage. If she didn’t marry you,

was getting better. After she was done with her story, she looked at John. “When we wanted you to marry Sophia, I thought maybe you guys would fall in love like your parents did.” However, they got divorced not long after Old Mr. Constance’s death. He

John looked down quietly.

That wasn’t enough to hold up a family, but after your divorce, I think she has style.” Old Mrs. Constance thought she was like Matilda, a faker, but when she saw how Sophia glared at the servant venomously earlier, she liked Sophia more. If

messy and filled with traces of last night’s event. The glass that he put on the windowsill was still there. John closed his eyes and went to his own room. After taking a shower,

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