Pressing her lips together, Sophia thought aloud, “I’m doing fine now, and life has been fulfilling for me. In fact, I’m really grateful toward John. If it weren’t because of his generosity, with my capabilities, academic qualification, or even my networks, I wouldn’t have accomplished what I’ve today. Everything I have today, I owe it all to John, so I won’t blame him for what he had done in the past.”
Though she was smiling, her eyes began to turn red.
Taking in a deep breath, she said, “Old Mr. Constance, you and my grandpa often catch up with one another, right? If you see him, please tell him that I miss him very much and I’m doing well, so he doesn’t need to worry. As for the two who don't have a conscience, well… I still have no news about them. Then again, it’s for the better because I don’t really want to see them, and I don’t need them anyway.”
With that, Sophia continued to ramble about the incident that took place in the Blackwell Family.
Beaming, she went on and chatted, “Ever since my divorce with John, I feel like I’ve become quite popular among my friends because a couple of them actually approached me. To be honest, I’m not really used to the attention, and I’d rather live my life without disturbance.”
Without anyone listening, Sophia continued to yack her head off, pouring out her heart toward the pile of bones that were buried under the grave.
Not knowing how long time had passed, Sophia bid Old Mr. Constance farewell. After arranging Matilda’s and her flowers nicely on the grave, she left.
Walking down the hill, Sophia headed toward the taxi that was waiting downhill. Leaning against the passenger seat, she turned around to gaze at the cemetery.
All humans strive throughout life, but ultimately, end up in a small spot such as this.
“Let’s go,” Sophia requested.
As soon as the taxi had arrived at the shop, Sophia saw Robin boxing up some pastries for a customer. Noticing the bright smile on her face, Sophia asked, “Are you in love? You’re smiling like a Cheshire cat.”
Chuckling, Robin chirped, “Nonsense! I’m just in a really good mood today.”
Nodding her head, Sophia stood aside.
Once the customer had left, Robin cleaned up the bar counter and gazed at Sophia. “Where did you go this morning? And with that outfit.”
“Well, I went to pay an elder my respect. I’ll go home and get changed later.”
Leaning over the bar counter, Robin was examining Sophia carefully.
Surprised, Sophia asked, “What are you doing?”
Grinning, Robin was bubbling with enthusiasm. “Me? In love? Geez! I think you’re the woman in love. Let me have a good look at you woman.”
Waving her hands, Sophia snapped, “Cut the crap.”
“Are you shy?” Robin hissed as she prepared a cup of tea for Sophia.
Feeling thirsty, Sophia grabbed the cup and sat on one of the chairs. “Was it busy today?”
“So-so, but Mr. Constance came by this morning,” Robin replied.
Startled for a moment, Sophia asked, “What brought him here?”
Heaving a sigh, Robin explained, “He came over to buy breakfast, but he didn’t stay for long, and left after takeout.”
Nodding her head, Sophia didn’t question further.
Casting a few glances at Sophia, Robin tried to probe further. “So, since when did you and Ian end up together?”
Gazing at Robin, Sophia was tongue-tied and didn’t know how to address the question.
Indeed, Robin was a close acquaintance, and it wasn’t really necessary to hide from her.
However, considering Ian had revealed it through the program, it wouldn’t be appropriate for her to pull the rug from under his feet.
Staring at Sophia, Robin was acting as if she was determined to get to the bottom of this.
“Well… Ian and I… It’s not like what you’re thinking,” stuttered Sophia as she gave an ambiguous reply.
Giggling, Robin teased, “Previously, you mentioned that you’ll find a man who’s way better than John, and I thought you were only joking. So, it was a cover-up after all! You were taken already. Seriously, I still can’t believe you’ve kept it from me.”
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