Chapter 888
Elder Mr. Bailey stared at the room in front of him and sighed. “Yes. After the huge shock, I think they
need time to get over the grief. After all, at their age, the greatest fear is to see young ones die before
them.”
Isabelle nodded and lifted her hand to wipe away her tears that were about to roll down. “Nobody saw it
coming, and we never thought that Dexter would do that. Honestly, I can’t imagine how much pain he
was in. If only we noticed the signs earlier.”
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Elder Mr. Bailey fell into silence for a while beforementing, “That kid was not resilient enough. A
family like ours has our fair share of riches and luxury, and because of that, we will also be ced
under more stress than the others! None of us have it easy. In fact, when your dad was younger, he
grew up under tons of pressure. I could even say that your dad led a more tiring life than Dexter. But
look, he bit the bullet and sailed through the storms. Now, he has built a good life, and ourpany is
well-managed under his leadership.”
Hearing her grandfather’s remark, Isabelle immediately slipped into silence. Elder Mr. Bailey stared at
the main building with a hint of wistfulness. “If only Dexter had your personality. I know that you had it
rough over these years. But you survived it, didn’t you?”
She turned around and shot him a nce. “But I…” However, she did not finish her sentence. But I am
tired too. I feel suffocated every single day. Anyway, she understood that Old Mr. Bailey did not ce all
his expectations on her. Therefore, when the time was ripe, she would have the chance to taste
freedom. It was hope that allowed her to endure everything.
As for Dexter, he had probably been thinking of his bleak future and decided that life was hopeless.
That was probably the reason he downed that bottle of pesticide before the car crash. Last night, she
dispatched someone to run a search by the roadside. Indeed, they found a bottle of pesticide that
looked new and was probably discarded not long ago.
Not wanting to continue the topic of conversation, Isabelle turned around and supported her
grandfather. “Grandpa, let’s go back. If I leave you all alone here, I will be worried.”
Giving no reply, he merely stood up and followed her back to the main building. She assisted him to
enter his bedroom, where he sat down on his bed with a gloomy face. Then, she scanned the room and
asked, “Grandpa, do you have your medicine with you? It’s best if you keep some medicine close to
you. I’m really worried about you.”
Elder Mr. Bailey waved his hand dismissively. “It’s fine. I’m all good. Don’t worry about me. Instead, visit
your dad and check on his situation. Life has to go on; nothing goodes from grief.”
She nodded. “Alright. I’ll head over now. If anything happens, just call us over.”
Since Elder Mr. Bailey didn’t reply, she stood up and left his room. When she closed the door behind
her, she leaned against the door frame, her sorrowful expression all gone. She did not head over to Old
Mr. Bailey’s room but instead retreated to her own.
After work, John called Sophia and learned that she was not at home; she was at Logan’s clubhouse.
He instantly checked who was with her, thinking that Matilda was there, but his guess was wrong.
Staying on the call, he proceeded to ask her what she was up to at the clubhouse.
With no intention to hide, Sophia informed him about Ian’s trainingter. She and Logan wanted to
catch up with Ian before he returned for training. John mumbled, “Didn’t you guys just meet up
recently?”
Sophia’s tone immediately turned icy. “How dare you bring that up? Our meetupst time was full of
your drama.”
John inhaled through his mouth. “How could you put the me on me? My dad and that fe named
Richard both created trouble. Why do you only pin it on me?”
Ah well, this man doesn’t even spare his dad when he’s in a crucial situation. Sophia felt a mix of
admiration and disdain toward him.
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