The Returning EX (John and Sophia) novel Chapter 805

Upon finishing his words, Dexter panted for a bit and continued, “I don’t feel happy at all, so please keep the company to yourself! I’m not going to take over it!”

With her lips pressed together, Isabelle had wanted to console him. Upon hearing what he said, she stopped her pace. Dexter is exhausted. I know he’s more burned out than I am.

While the adults had their own personal time, Dexter’s timetable was filled with activities against his will.

Old Mr. Bailey stared at him. Although he was a hot-tempered man, he had never laid his hand on his children. Perhaps he was too incensed at the moment that he raised his hand and slapped his son. “I dare you to say that again!”

Dexter’s face was jerked to the side from the force. Shocked, Isabelle scurried over. “Dad, what are you doing?”

With his eyes fixed on Dexter, Old Mr. Bailey snarled, “Go back to your room now! If you dare say you’re not going to take over the company again, I’ll fix you!”

Isabelle took her brother’s arm and said, “Let’s go to your room, Dexter. Aren’t you tired? You should take a rest.”

Dexter slowly raised his head and glared at his father for a moment before going upstairs with Isabelle.

Reaching the room, Isabelle told him to relax. In fact, she wasn’t sure how to console him. Having gone through the same path before, she didn’t have an easy life as well when she was younger, as she had to learn many different skills every day.

Born into a rich family, apart from enjoying the material wealth, they also had to take up their responsibilities. Since Dexter was destined to take over the company, he had to learn many business skills.

Gazing at him, Isabelle said, “Dexter, I know you’re finding it difficult now, but there’s no way around it. When you grow up, everything will be fine.”

Seated on the bed, Dexter remained silent.

After thinking for a bit, Isabelle turned to leave, but before she could step out of the room, Dexter called out, “Isabelle.”

The question rendered her speechless. Am I happy? I suppose I’m not happy.