Matilda made countless similar promises to Isabelle, but there was no progress between Isabelle and John at all. Matilda kept saying that she’d help Isabelle, but did she ever?
Isabelle pinched her glabella in frustration. “Mrs. Constance, is there no hope for you and Mr. Constance? Did you do it impulsively?”
“Impulsive? No, no. I have long noticed that something is not right with him. He started hooking up with that woman years ago. My guess is that their relationship has persisted, so what do I need a man like him for?”
Isabelle forced a smile. “Ah, is it?” It happened that her phone buzzed, so she picked it up, but the conversation from the other side was inaudible to Matilda. Isabelle agreed to something a few times and ended the call, after which she looked at Matilda. “Mrs. Constance, I have something going on in the company. I’m actually excusing myself specifically to meet with you, and I have to rush back now.”
Failing to sense the change in Isabelle’s attitude, Matilda replied, “Sure, go ahead. Work is more important.”
Isabelle clutched her bag and stood up without even looking at Matilda. “Well, let’s talk again when we’re free then.”
Matilda watched as Isabelle walked out of the cafe, got into a cab, and left. Then, the smile on her face promptly vanished.
She slowly turned around and covered her face, for she had no courage to check out that video of her on the internet. In that video, she looked horrible and totally different from her elegant and poised manner from before.
Matilda sat there sighing and wallowing in regrets for a while before leaving the cafe altogether. When she hailed a cab back to the Flintstone Residence, she specifically instructed the cab driver for a detour and passed by Sophia’s storefront.
Just now, when she was at the Constance Residence, Old Mrs. Constance mentioned Sophia’s name and went on to accuse Matilda of picking on Sophia for a year, making her fall short of her role as a mother-in-law.
Frustrated, Matilda admitted that she did not fulfill her role as a mother-in-law, but Sophia failed as a daughter-in-law as well. Whose daughter-in-law would physically fight her mother-in-law?
The cab reached Sophia’s storefront, where Matilda asked for the cab to stop. Sophia was still greeting customers in the store. Matilda could see her smiling at customers through the French window. I wonder what the customer told her because she appears a little shy.
Still, Matilda looked down on Sophia. Look at that unsophisticated smile! How could Sophia even be compared to Isabelle?
Feeling angrier the more she watched, she dryly ordered the cab driver to continue the journey, “We can leave now. Looking at that country bumpkin just makes me gag.”
The cab driver promptly drove away without a word. In the store, Sophia had no clue that Matilda just dropped by. She waited for the customers to leave before hurriedly taking a seat and checking her phone.
Her current pastime was to watch the videos of Matilda online, which was an excellent way to de-stress. Losing the cool and the stature of Mrs. Constance, Matilda appeared no different from the loud women from the countryside. The internet has a long memory. If she was ever unhappy, she could search up this video to entertain herself.
The female patient was, of course, included in the video as well. She lay on the bed in pain and was attended to by a nurse.
Now that Sophia looked more closely at it, the woman appeared younger than Matilda, and due to her bare face, she looked less threatening than Matilda. Smacking her lips, Sophia thought that if William had any taste at all, he would never choose Matilda between the two women.
She wondered how it was going on Matilda’s side. Before this, she had wanted to reign in Matilda with her knowledge of the divorce, but Matilda leaked the news out herself. Hah! What a joke!
Sophia replayed the video a few times before Robin came over to take a look. “You’ve been watching this for many times.”
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