Chapter 167


    Isabelle came with Old Mr. Bailey, and the two of them were standing together as Isabelle stared


    solemnly at the pictures on the screen with a faintly anguished expression on her face. Even though


    Sophia had looked at her for a long time before retracting her gaze, John didn’t see Isabelle, his


    attention focused on the host.


    The host droned on and on in exining the pictures before talking about the theme for the night—a


    charity dinner of sorts to help the children in remote mountainous areas to leave the mountains and see


    the world outside.


    Sophia was rather moved, but she just worried to channel help through such charity organizations. The


    host’s voice and expression are t as he talks about these pictures, not even a hint of emotional


    resonance to be found.


    So, how can he possibly put himself in these children’s shoes and consider their needs? She exhaled


    heavily, a touch distressed. I wonder how much of the money donated will actually be used to help


    them. Thesepanies have made the middlemen who are taking advantage robust and prosperous


    instead.


    After the host had finished speaking, apuse and discussions reigned below the stage. Many people


    lamented that these children were pitiful, thus they deserved help, but no one knew whether they were


    truly speaking from the heart or merely putting on a show. At this time, Sophia shifted a fraction. Tilting


    his head, John looked at her. “What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?”


    Sophia hissed. “No, my shoes are just pinching the heel a bit.”


    John looked down at her feet, but he couldn’t see her shoes since the evening gown was too long.


    Well, news shoes normally do pinch the heel. After pondering for a moment, John suggested, “How


    about I take you to the second floor to sit for a while.”


    Sophia hurriedly nodded. “Sure, sure.” Anyway, I really don’t feel like being a spectator to this


    hypocritical scene anymore.


    John then took her arm, and they both went up to the second floor. At present, there was also quite a


    crowd on the second floor that was about the same size as the first floor. The only difference was the


    presence of plenty of small rooms furnished with a sofa and coffee table on the second floor, probably


    for the use of those who bumped into a prospective coboration partner during a banquet so that they


    could discuss the details right then and there.


    Leading Sophia to a room, John closed the door behind them. Sophia then plopped onto the sofa and


    slipped off her shoes. The pinching was indeed rather severe, for her heel was now abraded. Men


    might not understand this feeling, but shoes pinching the heel was truly an unpleasant feeling. While it


    wasn’t fatal, the pain was fairly unbearable. John came over and took a look. “Does this need to be


    bandaged?”


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    Sophia chortled. “Such a paltry wound doesn’t require a bandage.” She stared at her foot for a long


    while before suggesting tentatively, “Why don’t you get me a Band-Aid?”


    Having never known that a Band-Aid could be used for this purpose, John was taken aback, but he


    then nodded. “Okay. Wait for me here.”


    When he’d left, Sophia slipped off her shoes and ced them aside. This evening gown was too form-


    fitting that she couldn’t even cross her legs, so she merely sat on the sofa and swung her legs. After


    waiting for a long time, however, John still hadn’t returned. Logically speaking, the hotel should have


    Band-Aids, so he wouldn’t have to go out and buy one. She then waited for a while longer, unable to


    call him since her cell phone wasn’t with her. Meanwhile, there were constant strains of conversations


    as people came and went outside, making her somewhat anxious. As she waited and waited, her


    patience slowly dissipated.


    In the end, she slipped on her shoes and went out in search of him. When she went downstairs from


    the second floor, she saw that the host had already finished speaking on the first floor, and everyone


    had dispersed. The situation now was just as it was earlier, everyone making small talk among


    themselves. She circled the lobby on the first floor in search of him, but to no avail.


    At her wits’ end, she finally stopped a server and asked him whether he had a Band-Aid. The server


    promptly nodded and took one out of his pocket right away. ncing at it, Sophia asked, “Do all of you


    carry this at all times?”


    The server smiled. “Yes, we all have it at hand.”


    Sophia nodded. So, John probably isn’t dyed because he can’t find a Band-Aid. Holding the Band-


    Aid, she walked toward the backyard. She’d just reached the edge of thewn when she spotted John.


    However, he wasn’t alone; Isabelle was standing beside him.


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