As they sat there, Sophia took the opportunity to ask John, "Why didn't you stop me just now? You knew that if Logan went over, the atmosphere over there would definitely be ruined."
John leaned back in his chair. "If he didn't go over, the meal over there would probably go on for a while. I was a little tired."
Sophia frowned. "But it seems unwise to end a social gathering in this way."
John curled his mouth into a smile. "It doesn't matter."
Sophia glanced at Logan from the corner of her eye. He was talking to Ian with his hands miming excitedly in the air about the latest news over at the clubhouse.
Logan just couldn't sit properly on his chair; he was squatting on it like a monkey.
Sophia lowered her voice and asked, "You and Logan are friends, but I get the feeling that your parents don't like him a lot."
John said, "Yes. My parents like those who are more obedient."
Sophia nodded her head. "That does seem to be the case. The Baileys don't seem to like him a lot as well."
John snorted. "Yeah? I didn't pay much attention."
That was what he said, but no matter how he didn't pay attention, he could tell that the Baileys really didn't like Logan.
But from his understanding, the Baileys and the Jeffersons had no dealings with each other, and they didn't have any conflict with Logan.
Still, from their attitudes toward Logan, it wasn't like how they would act after hearing the rumors outside about him.
John couldn't think of anything at the moment.
At this moment, in a car at another location, Isabelle was sitting in the passenger seat with her head turned looking at the outside.
Her parents sat at the back, quiet all this time.
The car drove a long way and finally stopped at a traffic light.
Mrs. Bailey then opened her mouth, "How did that Sophia know someone from the Jeffersons? Just look at how that Logan fellow spoke to her, as well as his attitude. Didn't the rumors say that he was someone hard to get along with? Why is he so friendly with Sophia?"
Old Mr. Bailey let out a sigh. "I'm not sure."
After he said that, he looked at Isabelle. "When you and John went over to his room, was Sophia in there as well?"
Isabelle narrowed her eyes as she looked outside. "Yes. Early on, when we went to pick the seafood, John and I saw them. Logan treats her really well."
Mrs. Bailey's face stretched into a frown. "And John wasn't angry at all. Someone was making moves on his wife, and he looked as if he didn't notice it."
Isabelle snorted. "With Logan's personality, no one would find it strange if he did anything out of the ordinary. John is probably used to his antics."
Old Mr. Bailey's face was a little solemn. "If Sophia can get the Jeffersons to back her, Mrs. Constance's attitude toward her may change."
From the start, the reason why Mrs. Constance looked down at her was because she lacked status.
Now if she could make up for her lack of identity, Mrs. Constance would definitely change her attitude.
Isabelle, who was sitting in front, suddenly thought of this problem as well.
Her face sank into a frown. That's right. The reason why Mrs. Constance is treating me well now is because I have good family conditions.
If Sophia and my role were reversed, and I have Sophia's background, Mrs. Constance probably wouldn't even look at me.
Isabelle slowly clenched her teeth, not willing to accept things as they were.
But even with so many advantages on her side, she had still lost to Sophia.
What did someone like Sophia have that made her special? What did she have that could make Logan act like an eager puppy around her?
When she thought of how Logan Jefferson shielded Sophia in front of the Baileys, Isabelle felt like something had lodged itself inside her heart.
There wasn't a single crack.
Old Mr. Bailey also drank a lot just now. When he let out a breath, it reeked of alcohol.
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