John felt like laughing. Even if Miss Cox wanted to kill herself, that wasn’t his business. McCaw says she’s making a ruckus so she can see me? Trash. John had investigated Infinity Group when he decided to work with them, so he had McCaw’s details.
He didn’t find any problems with him back then, but now the company and McCaw looked unreliable to him. McCaw isn’t clear about the situation even now. He’s even trying to ask for my help over this? Thus, John hung up right away.
Sophia said nothing, for she wouldn’t take part in the business world. The man in monk robes gave her some tea and snacks, and she thanked him before resuming her quiet demeanor. John couldn’t say anything about his problems with Infinity Group, so he didn’t give a clear answer, since a collaboration is a big thing. The designer didn’t say anything much, aside from something off topic. Sophia could see that John knew these people a long time ago.
John was an aloof man, nor did he talk much, but he was friendlier toward these two. Sophia held her teacup and looked down quietly, looking like she was listening, but actually, she had fallen into a trance.
John looked at Sophia after a while. Since she didn’t make a sound, if nobody paid any attention to her, she would be invisible. Sighing silently, he asked the designer to measure Sophia’s size. They would be leaving after that, for it was getting dark. The man in monk robes and the designer came to send them off, and Sophia smiled at them before going into the car.
John felt like laughing. Even if Miss Cox wanted to kill herself, that wasn’t his business. McCaw says she’s making a ruckus so she can see me? Trash. John had investigated Infinity Group when he decided to work with them, so he had McCaw’s details.
John drove her back, but they didn’t talk at all. When they stopped at the residence’s car park, she came out of the car. She didn’t stop to wait for John before going toward the main house, but she stopped after coming to the clearance.
She could see what was happening inside the living room from where she stood. Mrs. Constance was in there along with Old Mrs. Constance, while Isabelle was sitting beside the former; they seemed to be chatting happily. As such, Sophia sneered. What a happy family.
When John caught up with her, he was surprised to see what was happening in the living room as well. Then, he held Sophia’s hand. “Let’s go.”
Time to act again, I guess. Sophia was frustrated, and she didn’t want to cooperate, but then, she wanted to trip Isabelle up. Even though she struggled, she still went inside with John.
When John came in, Mrs. Constance stood up. “Speak of the devil. We were just saying you two are late today, but lo and behold. You’re here.”
Because Isabelle was here, Sophia called Old Mrs. Constance ‘Grandma’, then she looked at Mrs. Constance. A long while later, she called her ‘Mom’, which disgusted both her and Mrs. Constance. She greeted back stiffly, then John took Sophia to sit with him.
Sophia leaned against him heavily, while he looked at her and smiled. He pays attention to the details too, huh? Sophia was impressed.
When Old Mrs. Constance asked where they went, John told her honestly. At the same time, he looked at his mother, and Mrs. Constance nodded imperceptibly. In other words, the deed was almost done.
Looking at them holding hands, Isabelle smiled and said, “I’m also invited to that banquet. We can meet again then.”
Sophia looked surprised. “Oh, what did I tell you? We really do bump into the Baileys a lot.”
Isabelle froze, for she knew what Sophia was talking about, so she explained, “I came here today to apologize. I only found out my grandpa went to your company yesterday. It’s really embarrassing. He must have been trying to help me. You must have been troubled.”
Mrs. Constance felt unsettled seeing Isabelle looking so humble, so she held her hand. “Oh, don’t say that. This is my fault. I was in too much of a rush.”
Sophia looked at them coldly. They work well together. Don’t they know they’d make me awkward? I think they do though. Well, even a dumb woman like Mrs. Constance works wonders if she’s supported by Isabelle. They look so close, so natural. Sophia clicked her tongue and killed the mood by saying, “I’m hungry. How long do we have to stay here?”
John looked at her. “Let’s have dinner then.”
Since Isabelle was here, they had to invite her for dinner, so Mrs. Constance took her to the dining room and sat in the same place as last time.
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