Although the night was still young, Logan pondered for a while and realized he had imposed on Sophia throughout
the afternoon, so it was perhaps time for him to make a move. Therefore, he didn’t stick around any longer as he
directly said goodbye to Sophia.
Meanwhile, Sophia was sitting on the couch while enjoying the television program, which was a music talent show.
All talent shows are more or less the same! The first few stages are not worth watching at all until the final, when
the competition gets intense. Shortly after that, Sophia grew tired of the show and directly turned off the television.
Then, she locked the door and the windows before she headed upstairs.
Isabelle is quite a nice lady, actually. If John could marry her, their cooperation is going to be fortified as their forces
grow even stronger. By then, I’m sure there’ll be a lot they can accomplish. Upon returning to her room, Sophia
contemplated for a short while before she decided to walk to the balcony door to make sure that it was locked.
Not even a fly can slip into my room with all openings shut. Soon, she shifted her eyes outside the window as she
thumped her chest. Oh gosh! Something is bothering me!
In the meantime, John seemed as if he had disappeared ever since he went out to smoke, while Isabelle and
Matilda had already finished their meals. Baffled, Matilda said, “Wait for me here, Belle. I’m going to head outside
and have a look.”
Isabelle nodded and sat in place as Isabelle stepped out of the room and headed to the lobby, where there were
only a few customers. After she failed to find John there, she exited the restaurant, only to find him sitting in the
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Angry with her son’s attitude, Matilda immediately walked closer to the car and knocked on the window. She then
noticed John had lowered his seat while seemingly taking a nap. Upon hearing the knock on the glass, John slowly
turned his head around and looked at the window. With the window left ajar, Matilda could hear what the man said.
“Are you done eating? Come on, let’s take you home.”
Matilda questioned in a hushed tone, “What’re you doing, John?”
“What’re you doing?” John smiled and echoed her words.
Frustrated with her son’s reaction toward her question, Matilda lashed out, “What have I done wrong? I just want
you to be with Belle.”
John wound down the car window and refuted his mother. “You want me to be with her? Why don’t you be with her
instead? Why must you make the call for me?”
Matilda pursed her lips, finding it hard to talk sense into John’s head. John and Isabelle are meant to be together.
They’ll just be starting everything anew despite their divorce. What’s wrong with him?
John adjusted his seat and replied, “If you keep doing this, I’ll never dine with you ever again, and this will be our
last time eating together.”
Soon, Matilda began to lose her patience. “Are you out of your mind? So, you’re going to abandon your mom for
Sophia?”
In fact, John had always been level-headed and indifferent in nature due to his family background. Because of that,
he had adopted a nonchalant stance about family values. Not long after that, he stared at Matilda and replied,
“You’re the one who abandons everyone you love for Isabelle! No wonder my dad abandoned you, and it looks like
you still don’t understand why.”
“John!” Matilda raised her voice because she would never allow anyone to say something like that to her. There is
no way William will abandon me! After all, I’m the apple of his eye as always.
John demanded, “Where is my phone? Give it back to me.” With the phone in her hand, Matilda lowered her head
and returned it to him by throwing it into the car through the window. “Take it back! You’re just as stubborn as your
dad is! Why can’t you see the way I see this matter?”
Nevertheless, John directly started the engine and wound up the window, seemingly with no intention to give
Matilda a ride home. In a fit of rage, the woman kicked his car as the man just drove off without saying a single
word.
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