Chapter 136


    John got off work on time in the evening and drove straight back to Constance Residence. After


    parking his car, he slowly walked toward the main building, only to spot the figures in the open space in


    front of it before he’d even reached. Surprisingly, Isabelle hadn’t left yet.


    Mrs. Constance and Isabelle were sitting on the rattan chairs by the entrance with a small table that


    was brought over by a servant in front of them. There were scented tea and fruits on the table.


    Meanwhile, Mrs. Constanceughed as they talked about some unknown subject, her face glowing.


    She seemed an entirely different person from the one who was dashing off tears yesterday.


    John walked over. “Mom.”


    Upon seeing him, Mrs. Constance instantly got to her feet. “You’re back, John! You’re early today. I


    thought you’d only be backter.”


    Beside her, Isabelle stood up as well. John then inclined his head at her in greeting, while she pressed


    her lips together and smiled sweetly. Mrs. Constance tugged at John’s hand. “Come,e, let’s go into


    the house. You’ve been ving away all day, so you must be tired. Dinner will be served very soon.”


    After ncing around, John concluded that Old Mrs. Constance wasn’t in the living room. “Where’s


    Grandma?”


    “Oh, your grandma? The Zimmerman Family is hosting a small gathering today, and they invited your


    grandma, so she’s probablying home veryte.” The matriarch of the Zimmerman Family was a


    bestie of Old Mrs. Constance, so the elderlydies were very close, and they got together from time to


    time. John nodded.


    Mrs. Constance whirled around and beckoned to Isabelle, upon which she promptly hurried up to them.


    Mrs. Constance then beamed brightly. “Belle has been keeping mepany the entire day.


    All of you are busy all day, so it’s terribly boring for me to stay home alone every day. I really have no


    idea how to kill time if Belle doesn’t call and visit asionally.”


    Turning around, John nced at Isabelle and thanked her. The corners of Isabelle’s mouth lifted. “Mrs.


    Constance and I get along well, so I visit her often.” After looking at her for a while, John then retracted


    his gaze.


    After a moment’s contemtion, Mrs. Constance blurted, “Ah, I’ll have the servants serve the food now


    since it has been ready ages ago. It’s Belle who cooked this meal tonight, so you must try it, John.


    Come,e!” She dragged him to the dining room.


    John was actually somewhat put off by her tant matchmaking, but on second thought, it was a good


    idea now. She has always treated Isabelle in such a manner, even before my divorce from Sophia.


    Thus, it won’t arouse suspicion if this persists. Upon entering the dining room, he took his seat right


    away.


    Subsequently, Mrs. Constance pulled Isabelle over, and they both sat down across from him. The


    corners of Isabelle’s mouth curved slightly, her expression gentle and tranquil. She had impable


    manners, so she was neither supercilious nor obsequious regardless of the circumstances.


    The servants then slowly served the dishes. “Belle cooked this soup for over two hours to the point that


    the fish bones inside have all dissolved,” Mrs. Constance said, pointing at the contents of the pot.


    “Meanwhile, this is her signature dish, so you must try thister.


    And this dish here is really troublesome. She had to soak the ingredients with water before washing


    them thoroughly. While it didn’t take long to cook, the prepping was truly troublesome.”


    John stared at the dishes on the table, saying nary a word. Thus, Isabelle piped up, “Let’s eat. I’ll scoop


    some rice for you.” Getting up, she picked up his bowl and scooped some rice for him. His brows


    furrowed slightly before easing.


    At this, Mrs. Constance who’d been taking note of his expression finally breathed easier upon seeing


    that he wasn’t particrly resistant.


    During dinner, no one spoke. The Bailey Family was very strict in forbidding conversation during a


    meal, and this was simr to the Constance Family. Hence, the atmosphere at the dinner table was


    very quiet, just like the countless times before, everyone focusing on eating without bothering each


    other.


    John hadn’t much appetite, so he ced his cutlery down after forcing himself to finish the rice. “Please


    excuse me. I’m going upstairs to pack up the rest of my things before leaving.”


    Mrs. Constance looked at him. “You’re done eating so quickly? Belle spent a lot of time cooking these


    dishes, yet you just ate so little?”


    Isabelle hurriedly interjected, “It’s fine. Perhaps they’re not to his liking. I still know plenty of other


    dishes, so I can cook them for you next time.” John merely nced at her before he pivoted and


    walked out of the dining room.


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