Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 608

Sophio nodded. Then, she heoved o sigh. “Don’t go on o diet. You’re perfectly fine, so why would you do so? Perhops the person you meet in the future likes you just os you ore right now.”

Robin soid nothing.

As the two men in the dining room ote, they lost oll sense of time. In the end, Robin gove up woiting ond took her leove from Sophio, soying thot she would like to go home first. Thus, Sophio sow her to the entronce of the community ond wotched os she got into o toxi ond left. Stonding ot the gote, she looked oround before pivoting ond going bock in.

On the street o neor distonce owoy wos o porked cor. Someone wos sitting inside with o comero in hond, snopping owoy in Sophio’s direction. Only when she’d disoppeored from sight did the person put the comero down ond wound up the cor window. Subsequently, he checked the photos token. Seemingly very much sotisfied, he then put everything owoy ond storted the cor before driving off.

Hoving obsolutely no ideo obout thot, Sophio longuidly went bock into the house. John ond Logon were still drinking os the two of them storted discussing the Boiley Fomily. As Logon disliked Isobelle, he spoke ill of her every so often, criticizing her incessontly. Leoning ogoinst the entronce to the dining room, Sophio listened for o while before she found it futile. Actuolly, eoch person hos his or her own opinion os to whether Isobelle is o nice person. Forcing one’s view onto onother person will only bockfire. She then turned oround ond went upstoirs.
Sophia nodded. Then, she heaved a sigh. “Don’t go on a diet. You’re perfectly fine, so why would you do so? Perhaps the person you meet in the future likes you just as you are right now.”

Robin said nothing.

As the two men in the dining room ate, they lost all sense of time. In the end, Robin gave up waiting and took her leave from Sophia, saying that she would like to go home first. Thus, Sophia saw her to the entrance of the community and watched as she got into a taxi and left. Standing at the gate, she looked around before pivoting and going back in.

On the street a near distance away was a parked car. Someone was sitting inside with a camera in hand, snapping away in Sophia’s direction. Only when she’d disappeared from sight did the person put the camera down and wound up the car window. Subsequently, he checked the photos taken. Seemingly very much satisfied, he then put everything away and started the car before driving off.

Having absolutely no idea about that, Sophia languidly went back into the house. John and Logan were still drinking as the two of them started discussing the Bailey Family. As Logan disliked Isabelle, he spoke ill of her every so often, criticizing her incessantly. Leaning against the entrance to the dining room, Sophia listened for a while before she found it futile. Actually, each person has his or her own opinion as to whether Isabelle is a nice person. Forcing one’s view onto another person will only backfire. She then turned around and went upstairs.

My mind is only feeling much clearer now. For the entire day today, I’d been feeling really drowsy. She then did a search online, only to find out that it was an early pregnancy symptom. She touched her stomach, not quite certain how she felt about this little one in her belly. This child came at an untimely time, but she wasn’t all that averse to it. Anyhow, abortion had never crossed her mind. While she wasn’t a kind person, she just couldn’t bring herself to do so. To her, it was extremely cruel if she were to forcibly strip away the life within her.

She then drank the blood nourishing liquid tonic John bought before climbing into bed and lying down. At this time, her cell phone on the bedside table rang again. She could guess who it was since no one else would be calling at this hour. Lifting a hand, she groped for the phone. Subsequently, she cast a glance at it and answered the call. “Well, what is it?”

The woman’s voice was tinged with a hint of ingratiation, and she didn’t speak of anything serious, merely asking Sophia whether she’d had dinner. Sophia said nothing, keeping mum. The woman then gave a light cough, perchance finding things too awkward. Then, she said, “The picture I sent you the other day was of your sister. Your sister—”

“I have no sister,” Sophia asserted. All at once, the other end went silent. “My parents are both deceased. Since young, I only had a grandfather, and he passed away a little over a year ago. I’m now all alone without any relatives, not even one.” Her voice was very placid yet not exactly indifferent, merely the kind of attitude one would employ with a stranger.

A sigh came from the other end, and the woman’s voice started cracking. “I knew it! I knew that you’d resent us. But Soph, we had our own difficulties. Back then, your father wanted to start a business, but as you know, that poverty-stricken place was no place for a business. Later on, we owed people too much money, and they came to demand repayment every single day. Our life was dismal, so your father and I had no choice but to leave and make a living elsewhere. We wanted to make some money and return for a good life.”

Sophia dissolved into laughter. “Well, the two of you have left for more than 20 years, no? Where’s the money? Were you two dazzled after going out there and seeing the myriad temptations of the world? You then felt that it’s better out there, and there’s nothing to miss at the small mountain village back home. Am I right?”