Stunned, Logan gaped at John. “John? Why are you here?”
John was cleaning up at the sink, so he didn’t look at him. “Why can’t I be here? You came over, after all.”
Logan tutted. “I came over because Sophia is my friend. You’re her ex-husband, so why are you so diligent in coming over?”
After a moment’s contemplation, John changed the subject. “I saw Sally Morgan today. Her car collided with another car, and she bashed the other driver in a fit of fury. From the look of things, the other person’s injuries are rather severe.”
His eyes bulging, Logan’s thoughts made a complete U-turn. “Seriously? I’ve got to investigate this, then! If it’s true, I’m the best at manipulating public opinion. I’ll have her ruined this time!”
John chortled. “Sure, I’ll be waiting.”
Subsequently, Logan went over and peered at the pot. “Did you cook extra? I haven’t had dinner.”
At this, Sophia laughed. “Why didn’t you have dinner before coming over?”
Logan harrumphed. “I was coming over to your place, and it so happened to be dinnertime, so I definitely had to come on an empty stomach.”
Sophia then handed a dish to Logan. “Take this to the dining room.” She’d cooked extra on this day, planning to have some leftovers for the next day, but it now seemed that it wasn’t going to happen.
When everything was done, the three of them went to the dining room. Logan wanted to know more about Sally’s situation, so he kept pestering John about it. John languidly related everything he saw in brief, but Logan wasn’t at all satisfied. Mulling it over, he then hastily made a phone call and asked someone to investigate this matter. After he’d done so, he rubbed his hands and declared that he once again had a goal in life.
Chuckling in exasperation, Sophia looked at him. “If you’ve got so much energy, Logan, you can actually think about solving your own problems. It’s a waste to always spend your time on someone else, so do consider your own issues.”
Logan was startled. “My own issues? I don’t need to consider anything since I’m doing pretty well.”
However, Sophia pursed her lips. “Were you hurt in the past? By a girl perhaps?”
Logan nodded before shaking his head in the next instance. “I was hurt in the past, but it’s not what you think. I’ve got no interest in women after seeing those four women in my family. Really, I think it doesn’t matter even if I were to spend the rest of my life alone.”
Upon hearing this, John guffawed. “Does your old man not nag you?”
“Nope.” Then, Logan expounded plainly, “He said I’ll only ruin a good lady, so he told me to behave myself and to spend my life alone.”
Sophia couldn’t help laughing at this. “Your old man is rather shrewd.”
When they’d finished eating after endless chatter, Logan and John parked their butts onto the sofa. While watching television, they discussed manipulating the incident over at the Morgan Family.
Meanwhile, Sophia went back to her room. She first changed into her pajamas, but for some reason, she was again assaulted by a wave of nausea. I indeed ate while talking earlier, so I gorged myself considering I haven’t eaten much earlier during the day. However, I’m not stuffed to the point of retching. This is a bit too much.
Inhaling deeply, she then went over to the window and opened it. A cool breeze hit her, alleviating her nausea. However, it was only a momentary respite, for she again felt nauseated after a while. Inwardly sucking in a breath, she then went to the bathroom and rinsed her mouth before propping her hands against the sink, waiting. A moment later, nausea rose again.
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