Since his work was almost done, John tidied up and left once the clock hit five. At the same time, the Baileys came out of William’s office, but John went to the exclusive elevator, ignoring them. He then went down without waiting for anyone.
William pretended not to see him and sent the Baileys to the elevator’s doorstep, then they waited. Upon glancing at the number on the elevator’s screen, Isabelle retracted her gaze. When they went down and left the company, John was already nowhere to be seen.
Old Mr. Bailey made some small talk with William before leaving with Isabelle in his car, then he sighed after they closed the door. “John is still as distant as ever.” Isabelle said nothing. A moment later, Old Mr. Bailey looked at her. “I don’t understand. Why do you even like him?”
Isabelle looked at the company’s gates, and she said defiantly, “I don’t care. I love him. If it weren’t because of his grandfather, he wouldn’t have married Sophia. We would have gotten married instead, and he wouldn’t have treated me so indifferently.”
Old Mr. Bailey stared at her, and he changed the topic. “Your brother’s parent-teacher meeting is just around the corner. You should attend it. His teacher called to say that he’s been performing well, and he’s really studious. I’m glad he is.”
Isabelle sighed. “Sure, I’ll attend it.”
Isabelle sighed. “Sure, I’ll attend it.”
Then nobody said a word until they came across a red light. Suddenly, Old Mr. Bailey said, “Your brother is much, much younger than you are. You should help him when he starts working in the company. You’re his sister, so do your part.”
Isabelle grunted in assent. “I understand.”
At this, Old Mr. Bailey said nothing more, and the car drove off steadily until they got home. Upon reaching, Old Mr. Bailey was going to get out of the car, but Isabelle wasn’t. “You guys go ahead. I’ll be staying here for a bit,” she said weakly.
Old Mr. Bailey froze up, and he looked at Isabelle with a frown, but he left with the driver without saying a word.
Once Isabelle was left alone, she started frowning. Isabelle knew going with her father to Constance Group was a rash move, and that she should calm down for the time being. However, John was cold toward her in the hospital, and that made her afraid. She was worried John might think of her as a villain if she didn’t pop up enough. Moreover, calling him didn’t work, so that made her nervous. Frustrated, she thumped the passenger seat.
On the other hand, John had come home, and Sophia was chilling downstairs after waking up from her nap. John washed his hands before petting her head. “Still feeling sleepy?”
Sophia looked up at him, but she said nothing. When Matilda saw them from the kitchen, she smiled.
“The young ones are getting along well,” Ms. Cannon remarked.
Matilda looked away. “They could have been in the first place, but I messed it up.”
Ms. Cannon looked at her. “You aren’t to be blamed.”
Matilda smiled, but she didn’t comment. While she was making dinner with Ms. Cannon, a guest arrived. She saw a car stopping outside the yard, but she thought it was Logan or Zack, so Matilda didn’t think much of it.
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