Sometimes, words could only do so much. Instead of bombarding a situation with advice, it might be better to take a step back and allow the situation to resolve itself. Otherwise, the results might be catastrophic. After all, human beings were hot-headed. It would be terrible if things translated into irrationality and impulsive mistakes.
Rather than that happening, one should know when to stop at the right time and allow solitude to do its wonder to the human brain—self-reflection.
While thinking of that, Sonia came out of the conservatory and stopped. Then, she looked back at Charles, who was still squatting there, and let out a slight sigh before leaving.
When she returned to the villa, Grace happened to come down the stairs and saw her. She asked, "Sonny, why are you alone? Where's Charles?"
"He's still at the conservatory. We talked about something, but he seems to be stuck in his ways, so I left him there to think about it alone," Sonia replied with a smile.
Grace nodded. "I see. What were you guys talking about?"
"Mrs. Lane, my apologies, but I can't tell you yet because it depends on his situation. If he can think things through, perhaps he might tell you everything, but if he can't, I'll come clean to you before he makes any mistakes. Please bear with me, Mrs. Lane." Sonia bowed guiltily.
While waving her hand, Grace said, "If that's how it is, I won't ask anymore, and you don't have to be so formal with me. Wait—you said Charles might make mistakes. Does it involve any illegal acts?" She was nervous.
Sonia shook her head and assured her. "I don't think so. He's not the kind of person who acts irrationally."
Moreover, Charles' actions were not considered illegal confinement. After all, if Daphne could leave, it also meant she could call the police, which she did not. Therefore, she was willingly staying inside that villa.
Since both consented to the matter, it could not be considered a crime. Thus, what she meant by Charles' mistakes was on an emotional level and not legally speaking.
After listening to her explanation, Grace felt relieved and patted her chest. "That's good. As long as that brat doesn't commit a crime, he can do whatever he wants." She waved her hand, not minding the matter.
Seeing that Grace did not ask prod further, Sonia also felt relieved. She then grabbed her bag and bid goodbye to Grace. "Mrs. Lane, it's getting late. I need to head home now."
"You're leaving already?" Grace seemed a little reluctant. "It's still early. How about staying a while longer and heading home after dinner?"
"No thanks, Mrs. Lane." Sonia shook her head to refuse Grace's offer and insisted on leaving. "Toby is still at the hospital waiting for me. You know him. He doesn't like strangers around him, so we didn't hire a caretaker. I've been taking care of him all this while and feel a little worried about him after leaving him alone the entire morning, so I need to head back and check on him."
"I see." At the mention of Toby, Grace could not do anything but let her leave.
"Well, I won't keep you here. Bring Toby over after he recovers. My husband enjoys talking with him." Grace smiled and suggested.
Sonia hummed in response. "I will."
"Sounds like a plan. Hold on! I'll get the kitchen staff to pack up the food I prepared for Toby." With that, she headed inside the kitchen.
Sonia did not mind waiting and sat back down on the couch.
After about ten minutes, Grace returned with the well-packed food and gave the bag to Sonia while not forgetting to remind her not to spill them.
Sonia patiently promised that she would be careful. Then, she was sent out by Grace and got in her car to leave.
It was already past 1.00PM when she returned to the hospital.
Toby had been awake for a while and was leaning against the bed while reading a book.
The moment she opened the door and entered the room, he looked up from the sound, and joy appeared on his handsome face. "You're back."
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