Matilda didn’t want to go up against Sophia now, so she just winked at John. He didn’t go out by himself, but instead, he took out his phone and sent a message.

Sophia was in so much pain that she was barely conscious. She felt a buzzing in her mind as many chaotic images appeared alternately, and she couldn’t even figure out where she was at a certain moment.

After a wave of pain passed, Sophia gasped for air, and then in a trance, she felt as if she saw someone.

The man stood not far from her, and his slightly rickety figure was clad in old linen clothes. He looked at her and smiled. Seeing him, Sophia felt like she was standing on the ground and slowly walked toward the figure as she whispered, “Grandpa.”

reflexively held her belly with one hand as she walked

few steps, Sophia pursed her lips, looking like she was about to cry. She could see the person

that he had been reduced to a disfigured and frail sack of bones. Sophia’s memory of him, except for what she saw in photos, stayed at

feet. He walked two steps toward

sight of him approaching, Sophia felt her tears threatening to overflow out of her eyes. She didn’t know what else

heard Sophia mutter something next to him. In order to get what she was

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