Chapter 905
John turned around and took a look at Isabelle. “You cannot be med for this. No one saw the
tragedying. Plus, I believe that you have your own struggles too.”
The mention of her struggles made her choke up, and the grievances that had been hidden within her
emerged. A long pauseter, she let out a sigh and fell into silence.
John drove them to the funeral home, but he did not follow Isabelle in. Instead, he waited for her in the
car, watching as she dragged herself into the funeral home with Dexter’s urn. He leaned back into his
seat and took out his pack of cigarettes to light one for himself.
There were lots of people stepping in and out of the funeral home. They performed rites, cried and
even hired pastors to bless the dead through borate services.
John retracted his gaze, feeling a little ufortable because the scene reminded him of Old Mr.
Constance’s funeral. At the time of his grandpa’s passing, the Constances also invited a pastor to
perform the services at home and made a huge deal out of it.
To him, the need to obsess over funeral details was questionable. The funeral rites were said to be for
the deceased, but it was nothing more than a show for the living.
He didn’t wait too long before Isabelle emerged after she had settled the paperwork. Obviously, she
had cried during the process and was in a low mood. Thus, he handed her a napkin and she thanked
him for it.
The reason he asked her was to probe for more information. Indeed, she told him the truth. “I’m no
longer working at Bailey Corporation. I have resigned from all my duties.”
If she could be honest with him regarding her status in thepany, her answers from before must be
true as well. Then, he feigned a puzzled look. “Why did you quit your job? Are you thinking of taking a
break at home?”
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To that, she shook her head. “I didn’t resign on my own will. It was the result of a discussion between
Dad and Grandpa. They told me not to show up at thepany for the time being, but I am unsure of
the exact reason behind it.”
John sent her all the way to the Bailey Residence. Her parents were already home and a servant was
perched at the entrance, whom he assumed to be waiting for Isabelle. She got out of the car and
thanked him. To that, he nodded and urged her, “Go in and get some rest. You must be exhausted.”
The conversation between them ended. After she went into the house, he started his car and drove
away to thepany. At the Constance Group, John heard that William was in and he immediately
headed over to William’s office.
Instead of bringing up the Baileys, he asked if William had spent the night at Matilda’s ce, to which
William shed a smile. “Why are you getting as inquisitive as Sophia?”
John nodded. “Perhaps when two people are together for some time, they would be more and
more alike. Don’t change the topic though. Were you with Momst night?”
William nodded back. “Yeah. It was toote and I didn’t bother toe home.”
What ame excuse. It wasn’t thatte when we finished dinner. However, John merely suggested, “To
be honest, you can consider moving in with Mom. I think it will be more convenient for you and it will
solidify your stance. Mom will probably feel more secure, and Grandma will be more forgiving when she
sees you moving in with her daughter.”
William frowned and gave it some serious consideration. “Your suggestion sounds reasonable.”
John almost burst outughing, for he felt that he had given William a way out. If William had to bring
up the idea of moving in with Matilda himself, he likely would be hesitant to do so due to the
embarrassment. Lifting a brow, John felt amused. “Give it some consideration. I’ll go get busy now.”
After that, he left William’s office and returned to his own, but there was nothing much for him to work
on. Tasks were delegated and it was not a busy season. Thus, he sat and waited in the office for a
while before Zack entered with a file in his hands.