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Upon turning around, John saw Sophia sitting in the car with an aggrieved look on her face. He roughly
understood what she meant. After letting out a breath of air, he decided to go back to her to carry her
out of the car, into the house, and straight to bed.
It was almost noon after all the commotion, but even if they were both hungry, it was nigh impossible
for her to cook with an injury. She thus took out her phone while offering, “I’ll order some takeaway.
What would you like to eat?”
While he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks as soon as Sophia said so. He then sat down on
her bed before taking her phone from her. The choice of food on the takeaway app was similar to each
other, so he handed her phone back after browsing through a few of them. “I’ll have someone bring us
some food, so you don’t need to order these.”
She gave him a nod in response. “Okay.”
Remaining seated at his spot, he settled his gaze on the door as if hesitating on something. Sophia
thus started a conversation with him. “I met Dylan a while ago, and he told me Uncle Owen will soon be
celebrating his birthday. Do I need to show up during the occasion?”
There was a moment’s pause before John turned to look at her. “How did he word it?”
A look of surprise crossed her features. “There’s nothing special about the wording. All he did was told
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtme that Uncle Owen’s birthday is coming soon, so they might be hosting a celebration in the house. He
also had me help pick out a present for Uncle Owen.”
John arched his brow. “You did what?”
The odd tone in his question irked Sophia despite her lack of understanding as to what it meant. Thus,
she replied in an unfriendly manner, “Yeah. He told me that he wasn’t sure what would be a fitting
present, so he had me help out. What of it?” She put some emphasis on the final part of her line.
John turned to look at her with an aloof expression. “Can’t I ask?” He then stood before continuing,
“Sophia, your relationship with Ian has nothing to do with me, but you cannot choose Dylan as your
spouse. While you do have the right to choose who you want to spend time with after our divorce, it
doesn’t include members of the Constance Family. Do you understand?”
While looking at John, she figured she’d already read his mind. He means I’m not allowed to associate
myself with anyone from the Constance Family after our divorce, as it would bring shame upon his
family. The fact that both brothers within their family fell for the same woman would make it into the
books regarding the history of the upper class society.
Such thoughts led to her letting out a snort. “I don’t need you to remind me about that. I’m not stupid.”
She then leaned back on the bed. “Besides, I no longer wish to associate myself with your lot.”
John turned to stare at her for a while. “I wish you will hold true to what you just said.” After having said
so, he stepped out of the room, leaving Sophia behind as she rolled her eyes while sitting on the bed. It
was odd of him to put emphasis on that, as she didn’t do anything out of line with Dylan. Picking out a
present with him shouldn’t amount to anything anyway.
Sophia lowered her gaze to look at her leg. Perhaps due to the doctor’s attentiveness in bandaging her
up, she didn’t feel much pain, aside from a soothing coolness when he was cleaning her wounds. Now
that the wounds were covered, she felt much better upon knowing that she wouldn’t be seeing them.
She figured it was because the year she spent living with the Constances made her somewhat delicate,
as she used to knock herself all over. After lying down slowly, she extended her legs, then she dozed
off after some time in bed.
Meanwhile, John went downstairs to give Zack a call, telling the latter to buy some nutritious food. It
came as a surprise to Zack, thus he asked, “Where are you? Are you not at home?”
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