The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

The family doctor remained at the residence to monitor everyone’s condition. Elder Mr. Bailey was in a bad state, but Old Mr. Bailey was doing even worse. The doctor handed the aspirin to Isabelle and reminded her, “If you’re not in extreme pain, you should stay away from it. Pills are not good for your liver and kidneys.”

She flashed a wry smile at him. “I have no choice now. There are too many matters waiting for me to deal with.”

Next, she took the aspirin, but before the effect kicked in, Mrs. Bailey found her way over, crying and claiming that she heard Dexter. She even invited Isabelle to go with her and look for Dexter.

It had been a full day of wailing and hallucinating for Mrs. Bailey.

To be honest, Isabelle was quite surprised at her mom’s great stamina, which was a rare sight. She reached out to hug Mrs. Bailey and comforted her in a low voice, “Mom, please stop acting this way. If Dexter sees you like this, he won’t leave in peace.”

Mrs. Bailey covered her face, her voice hoarse from the crying. “If he’s worried about us, why did he choose to leave in the first place?” Isabelle did not know how to answer her mom. At this point, any word from her would only evoke more sadness.

Mrs. Bailey slumped onto the floor. “Everything in this house belongs to him. We’ve prepared everything for him. How could he leave us without warning?”

both her head and her eyes were in pain. She reached out to lift her mom up, but upon consideration, she retracted her arms. “Go

led him to take his own life. Tired

tell that none of her relatives

she overheard the conversations among her relatives. Some snorted and said that there was no point in accumulating wealth when the family lost their heir. If

money? If only they had not pressured Dexter, if only someone told him to live his life

had accumulated enough wealth in Elder Mr. Bailey’s time; there was no need for Dexter to further expand the family business. Even if Dexter had no skills to offer, their family

the what-ifs, for the more she ruminated, the more devastated she

over and check on him. Although he was not in good shape, he was

cried, and the wrinkles on his weathered face deepened. Isabelle walked

and waved a little, seemingly at a loss for words. Whenever Isabelle saw him, she would feel some complicated emotions in her. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not

went downstairs and headed into the backyard. She remained standing in the corridor of the second floor with a blank expression. Soon, she spun around and ran into her

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