Chapter 131


    Old Mrs. Constance had no appetite now, so she only ate a bit before stopping, but she waved John


    down. “Don’t mind me. Have some more. You’ve been working hard.” She slowly got up, and the


    servant took her outside.


    John slowly put his spoon down, for he couldn’t eat anymore either. Leaning back in his seat, he took


    out his cigarettes. The moment he lit the lighter, his phone rang, so he took it after ncing at who was


    the caller. “Hello, Miss Bailey.”


    Isabelle said gently, “Am I disturbing you?”


    John lit his cigarette. “No. Do you need anything?”


    She sighed. “Your mother called me this afternoon. She said she’s upset and told me about what


    happened. I’m worried about her, but I don’t want to agitate her. Are you home now? Is she feeling


    better?”


    He puffed and leaned back on the chair. “She is.” He didn’t need to guess what his mother told Isabelle.


    Probably everything and then something more.


    Isabelle didn’t know what to say, so she kept quiet. A momentter, she said, “Do talk to her. They still


    have to live together, so let’s not be too tense about it.”


    John smiled. “Got it.”


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    Then, she lowered her voice and added, “They’re family, so there’s no need to go this far.” John stayed


    quiet, so Isabelle asked, “If it’s fine, can I visit her tomorrow? She talked a lot today, so I think I should


    visit her.”


    “Suit yourself.” John didn’t care about this.


    “I do have time.” She was okay with it.


    That was about it, so John hung up and finished smoking his cigarette before going outside. He could


    see the carpark here, so of course he saw a part of the garden as well.


    Dn was right there, presumably walking around after dinner. Looking at Dn, John then went in his


    direction. Dn stood there alone with his hands in his pockets, looking at the carpark, so he noticed


    Johning up to him. “Done with your family issues?” He arched his eyebrow.


    In other words, he knew about what happened between Sophia and Matilda, so John went into the


    garden to talk with him.


    Dn stood in his spot. “Sophia’s different now.”


    John snorted. “You seem to know what she used to be like.”


    Dn looked at him with amusement. “Of course. Your mother loves to insult her in front of us, but


    Sophia never retorted even once. Everyone knows that, and even the servants used to think she’s a


    coward.”


    John pursed his lips.


    Dn looked at the carpark. “When I saw herst time, she seemed to have changed.” A moment of


    pauseter, he continued, “It’s not a bad thing. She probably thought it through. If she doesn’t change,


    living that kind of life would crush her no matter how mentally strong she is.”


    John started turning shadowy in the darkening skies, while Dn kept looking at the carpark. There


    were many cars in there, and almost everyone in the household had one car, even if they didn’t know


    how to drive. People like that had drivers though, but not Sophia.


    He noticed she would hail a ride every time she wanted to go out. That wasn’t befitting of a young


    madam. He took a deep breath and fished out his phone, sending a text to Sophia before he even


    realized what he was doing.


    Sophia was being a couch potato after she had her meal, but nothing good was on air. She felt scared


    living in such a big house alone, and when she looked at the second floor, panic seized her. When her


    phone vibrated because of John’s message, she leaped up in shock. His text surprised her, but he only


    asked if she was asleep. What does he want? Thinking, she pursed her lips and texted, ‘Yeah, I’m


    asleep.’


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