A Farewell After Being Reborn novel (Sage and Ian) novel Chapter 144

"We're both granddaughters of the Joyners, but you have it better than me in terms of food, clothing, and even living expenses. Grandpa only spoils you and not me! I'm only asking you for a small favor, but here you are dragging your feet!"

Indeed, Donald favored her more. Sage understood that this affection stemmed from his pity for her lack of paternal love. However, if she and Layla had a dispute, Donald was always rational and never blindly favored her.

Susan's influence on Layla was too significant, which led to her deeply held resentment toward Sage. Unable to clarify these matters with Layla for the time being, Sage said, "I'll send it to you in a minute."

"You didn't seem interested in Henry at all the last time I saw you. How come you two are getting along so well now?" Sage couldn't help but ask Layla.

"Mind your own business!" Layla yelled and hung up.

Sage was rendered speechless. After sending the screenshot to Layla, she left the sports complex. As she got into the car, she felt like someone was watching her from behind.

She glanced around but didn't see anyone suspicious. She assumed that it was just her imagination, so she brushed the thought aside and drove off.

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Wanda hastily ran over and said, "Mrs. Holcomb, Mr. Holcomb is back and upstairs working in his study. I just brewed some tea. Could you please take the tea up to him?

"Mr. Holcomb also complained about the pain in his hand and asked me to bring him some ointment. Mrs. Holcomb, could you help him with this as well?

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Holcomb asked me just now when you'd be back."

Afraid that Wanda would continue nagging if she didn't agree, Sage took the tea and ointment from her. "Okay, I'll go."

Carrying the tea up the stairs, she walked up to the study and knocked on the door.

Ian's clear voice rang out from inside. "Come in."

She pushed open the door and saw him flipping through some documents at a spacious desk. There was a laptop open in front of him. With his brows furrowed, he looked serious and stern while exuding an air of professionalism.