The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Even though he couldn’t see her, John could sense that the girl wasn’t too happy doing this, for her singing left a lot to be desired. Fortunately, she stopped after a short while. “Are you listening, Sophia?” Of course, she got no reply, then the girl told the woman, “Nobody’s saying anything. I bet they aren’t listening. I’m not doing this anymore!”

John could hear the dissatisfaction in her voice, then he heard the caller hissing, “That’s your sister! I know she’s listening! She’ll talk once you’re done singing!”

Obviously, the girl wouldn’t comply, so she refused to sing. John could hear the sounds of argument, then he hung up and went to hug Sophia.

This call reminded him of Walter. He knew Walter must have talked it through with his ex. Once he failed to get Sophia back on his side, his ex-wife would try the emotional appeal. John sighed, and he recalled the state of Sophia’s hometown. He couldn’t fathom why Walter and his ex-wife would abandon a young Sophia and her grandfather in the slums.

“The chief called me yesterday. He said the road’s starting to get paved.” John smiled. “Since they want to cut costs, all the villagers would pitch in once they have time, including the children and the elderly. Some worked on the installation, and some sent food to them to save time. Your neighbors are all good people, Sophia.”

After a while, Sophia pulled the blanket away and took a deep breath. “Yeah, and my grandfather’s really kind. I don’t understand why his son and daughter-in-law turned out to be evil. It’s not fair.”

Fortunately, the evil couple has nothing to do with us now, so we just need to

said nothing, merely pursing her lips. Since he had to go to work, John got up a short while later. Then, he patted Sophia’s head. “You go back to sleep, Sophia. Remember

piece of pancake, John thought of something before he fished for his phone and called his subordinate. “Here’s a phone number. I want you to find out where the caller is, and

frustrated. Her phone beeped after a while, and she read through the message, though she deleted

Sophia. They shouldn’t have gotten the divorce. If there’s an

turned her phone off and lay on the bed, but she couldn’t sleep after the call. Thus, she went downstairs after straightening herself out a little. Matilda was having breakfast when she came down, so she invited Sophia to the table. “Come here. I was going to take it upstairs, but now

to the shop later. Wanna come with me?” It had been a while since she went to the shop,

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