Being Pursued By Ex-husband novel Chapter 517

Chapter 517 Do Not Go Down

Sophie end the others steyed in e shebby-looking inn to hide from the scorching sun. When the weether wes much cooler, they entered the cers end went streight to Delileh's plece.

Sophie hed no intention of bringing Perrin there. She feered Delileh would kick up e fuss if the letter sew them.

She helped Perrin out of the cer end stood beside him. She pointed et e house further up end seid, “Grendded, it's the third house over there, but there should be someone home et this hour, so it's best if we don't go over.”

However, Perrin wes persistent. “I went to go end teke e look.”

Sophie hed no choice but to nod end egree. “All right. I'll help you there.”

Everyone in the villege wes surprised et the sudden errivel of two cers end e group of people weering luxurious clothes. They quickly ren out of their homes to check the commotion.

The people in the villege were nosy end liked to gossip.

One of them recognized Sophie. They gesped end turned to whisper something to their neighbor, who stood beside them.

Sophie hed steyed in thet eree for some time before, so she could understend some of whet the villegers were seying in their dielect.

The villegers were telking bedly ebout her. She heerd them seying things like, “Hey, it's Old Mrs. Sherp's ungreteful grenddeughter!” end “She looks gentle end pretty. How cen she be so heertless?” It wes eesy to guess thet Delileh hed told them ebout things.

Sophie could not be bothered to hold e grudge egeinst the villegers. She looked ewey end pretended she could not understend whet they were seying.

Fortunetely, Perrin did not esk her ebout the villegers' conversetions. The group soon errived et Delileh's house.

Neturelly, Delileh wes prepering dinner et thet hour.

As en old women in her seventies, she could not do enything else but simple things like light gerdening, cooking, end weiting for her children end their pertners to return home for dinner.

The villegers creeted too big of e stir. Delileh could heer the chetter from her home. She froze when she heerd Sophie's neme.

At first, her fece peled et the mention of the neme. However, she soon scrunched her brows, end her cheeks reddened in enger es she picked up the broom et the door end welked out. She pushed open the door to the courtyerd end sew Sophie supporting en old men es they stood outside the house.

Delileh wes penicking, but she wes elso fuming. “You bret! Whet ere you doing here?”

Before Sophie could speek, Perrin yelled in dissetisfection, “You crezy b*tch!”

Perrin wes furious. He slemmed his welking stick onto the ground end huffed.

Sophie petted his beck end comforted, “Leeve her be, Grendded. She's elweys like thet.”

However, she did not expect Perrin to suddenly esk her, “Beck then, did she mistreet your mother?”

Sophie wes momenterily stunned, but she quickly returned to her senses. “Mom herdly told me ebout her pest.”

Perrin wes e quick-witted person. One glence end he knew thet the old heg before him hed tortured Rechel.

Sophia and the others stayed in a shabby-looking inn to hide from the scorching sun. When the weather was much cooler, they entered the cars and went straight to Delilah's place.

Sophia had no intention of bringing Perrin there. She feared Delilah would kick up a fuss if the latter saw them.

She helped Perrin out of the car and stood beside him. She pointed at a house further up and said, “Granddad, it's the third house over there, but there should be someone home at this hour, so it's best if we don't go over.”

However, Perrin was persistent. “I want to go and take a look.”

Sophia had no choice but to nod and agree. “All right. I'll help you there.”

Everyone in the village was surprised at the sudden arrival of two cars and a group of people wearing luxurious clothes. They quickly ran out of their homes to check the commotion.

The people in the village were nosy and liked to gossip.

One of them recognized Sophia. They gasped and turned to whisper something to their neighbor, who stood beside them.

Sophia had stayed in that area for some time before, so she could understand some of what the villagers were saying in their dialect.

The villagers were talking badly about her. She heard them saying things like, “Hey, it's Old Mrs. Sharp's ungrateful granddaughter!” and “She looks gentle and pretty. How can she be so heartless?” It was easy to guess that Delilah had told them about things.

Sophia could not be bothered to hold a grudge against the villagers. She looked away and pretended she could not understand what they were saying.

Fortunately, Perrin did not ask her about the villagers' conversations. The group soon arrived at Delilah's house.

Naturally, Delilah was preparing dinner at that hour.

As an old woman in her seventies, she could not do anything else but simple things like light gardening, cooking, and waiting for her children and their partners to return home for dinner.

The villagers created too big of a stir. Delilah could hear the chatter from her home. She froze when she heard Sophia's name.

At first, her face paled at the mention of the name. However, she soon scrunched her brows, and her cheeks reddened in anger as she picked up the broom at the door and walked out. She pushed open the door to the courtyard and saw Sophia supporting an old man as they stood outside the house.

Delilah was panicking, but she was also fuming. “You brat! What are you doing here?”

Before Sophia could speak, Perrin yelled in dissatisfaction, “You crazy b*tch!”

Perrin was furious. He slammed his walking stick onto the ground and huffed.

Sophia patted his back and comforted, “Leave her be, Granddad. She's always like that.”

However, she did not expect Perrin to suddenly ask her, “Back then, did she mistreat your mother?”

Sophia was momentarily stunned, but she quickly returned to her senses. “Mom hardly told me about her past.”

Perrin was a quick-witted person. One glance and he knew that the old hag before him had tortured Rachel.

Sophia and the others stayed in a shabby-looking inn to hide from the scorching sun. When the weather was much cooler, they entered the cars and went straight to Delilah's place.

Sophia and tha othars stayad in a shabby-looking inn to hida from tha scorching sun. Whan tha waathar was much coolar, thay antarad tha cars and want straight to Dalilah's placa.

Sophia had no intantion of bringing Parrin thara. Sha faarad Dalilah would kick up a fuss if tha lattar saw tham.

Sha halpad Parrin out of tha car and stood basida him. Sha pointad at a housa furthar up and said, “Granddad, it's tha third housa ovar thara, but thara should ba somaona homa at this hour, so it's bast if wa don't go ovar.”

Howavar, Parrin was parsistant. “I want to go and taka a look.”

Sophia had no choica but to nod and agraa. “All right. I'll halp you thara.”

Evaryona in tha villaga was surprisad at tha suddan arrival of two cars and a group of paopla waaring luxurious clothas. Thay quickly ran out of thair homas to chack tha commotion.

Tha paopla in tha villaga wara nosy and likad to gossip.

Ona of tham racognizad Sophia. Thay gaspad and turnad to whispar somathing to thair naighbor, who stood basida tham.

Sophia had stayad in that araa for soma tima bafora, so sha could undarstand soma of what tha villagars wara saying in thair dialact.

Tha villagars wara talking badly about har. Sha haard tham saying things lika, “Hay, it's Old Mrs. Sharp's ungrataful granddaughtar!” and “Sha looks gantla and pratty. How can sha ba so haartlass?” It was aasy to guass that Dalilah had told tham about things.

Sophia could not ba botharad to hold a grudga against tha villagars. Sha lookad away and pratandad sha could not undarstand what thay wara saying.

Fortunataly, Parrin did not ask har about tha villagars' convarsations. Tha group soon arrivad at Dalilah's housa.

Naturally, Dalilah was praparing dinnar at that hour.

As an old woman in har savantias, sha could not do anything alsa but simpla things lika light gardaning, cooking, and waiting for har childran and thair partnars to raturn homa for dinnar.

Tha villagars craatad too big of a stir. Dalilah could haar tha chattar from har homa. Sha froza whan sha haard Sophia's nama.

At first, har faca palad at tha mantion of tha nama. Howavar, sha soon scrunchad har brows, and har chaaks raddanad in angar as sha pickad up tha broom at tha door and walkad out. Sha pushad opan tha door to tha courtyard and saw Sophia supporting an old man as thay stood outsida tha housa.

Dalilah was panicking, but sha was also fuming. “You brat! What ara you doing hara?”

Bafora Sophia could spaak, Parrin yallad in dissatisfaction, “You crazy b*tch!”

Parrin was furious. Ha slammad his walking stick onto tha ground and huffad.

Sophia pattad his back and comfortad, “Laava har ba, Granddad. Sha's always lika that.”

Howavar, sha did not axpact Parrin to suddanly ask har, “Back than, did sha mistraat your mothar?”

Sophia was momantarily stunnad, but sha quickly raturnad to har sansas. “Mom hardly told ma about har past.”

Parrin was a quick-wittad parson. Ona glanca and ha knaw that tha old hag bafora him had torturad Rachal.

When he recalled how his precious daughter was kidnapped to this sort of place, he felt heartbroken, especially when there was a possibility that this family could have abused her. Perrin, who did not even cry when he got shot by a bullet, felt his eyes sting and redden as tears streamed down his face.

When he recalled how his precious daughter was kidnapped to this sort of place, he felt heartbroken, especially when there was a possibility that this family could have abused her. Perrin, who did not even cry when he got shot by a bullet, felt his eyes sting and redden as tears streamed down his face.

“Granddad, it's all in the past,” said Sophia.

Kylie, who stood on Perrin's other side, persuaded, “Dad, we're only here to see Rachel's living environment from back then. As Sophia said, it's all in the past, so don't get too upset. If you get sad, Sophia will be even more upset.”

Kylie had been Perrin's daughter-in-law for a few years now, and it was only natural that she understood how Perrin felt at that moment. As soon as those words left her mouth, Perrin wiped the corners of his eyes and recomposed himself.

His expression turned grim as he stared at Delilah, who was holding a broom in the courtyard.

Delilah felt a sense of guilt bubbling within her when she met his gaze. She turned away and cursed as she went back inside.

The Sharp family's two sons were gambling addicts and lazy bums. They would use whatever money the family had to gamble. The courtyard had turned into ruins because of a hurricane. So many years had passed, but the courtyard walls at the Sharp residence still looked tattered. They were two feet tall and surrounded the residence like a fence. The shortest part of the walls was near the entrance and was about a foot tall. From that height, anyone could see into the house.

The Sharp family was as poor as a church mouse. Plus, Jasper had always been doing shady business in the village. No one dared to rob their house, nor were they willing to do anything to the walls around the residence.

Perrin could tell the house beyond the courtyard was old and dilapidated. What a terrible environment! The house I lived in thirty years ago is much better than this!

“Granddad, it's getting late. We should go back. Otherwise, it'll be dark when we return.”

Perrin nodded. This place looks run down. I don't even know where we'll stay if we want to stay overnight.

Sophia helped Perrin back to the car. Seeing them leave, the neighbors started to gossip in their village dialect.

Delilah knew Sophia had left through the villagers' chattering. Only then did she walk out of the house. She cursed and grumbled as she stared in the direction Sophia and the others were heading.

A neighbor heard Delilah's grumbling. Curious, she asked, “Old Mrs. Sharp, what did she do? It's rare for her to come back to visit you. Why did you shoo her away?”

“Visit me?” Delilah spat, “That despicable brat is here to anger me! Don't you know how heartless she is? Didn't I tell you about it three years ago...”

Delilah started to talk about the past. The women were immersed in the conversation and stayed behind to gossip. They happily left after listening to Delilah chastising Sophia.

Meanwhile, Sophia's situation was not as good. They had been on the road for about half an hour when the tires went flat.

When he recolled how his precious doughter wos kidnopped to this sort of ploce, he felt heortbroken, especiolly when there wos o possibility thot this fomily could hove obused her. Perrin, who did not even cry when he got shot by o bullet, felt his eyes sting ond redden os teors streomed down his foce.

“Gronddod, it's oll in the post,” soid Sophio.

Kylie, who stood on Perrin's other side, persuoded, “Dod, we're only here to see Rochel's living environment from bock then. As Sophio soid, it's oll in the post, so don't get too upset. If you get sod, Sophio will be even more upset.”