Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 657

The person who hired the thug promised him a handsome reward. He was also paid the full deposit, and if he succeeded, there would be more money to come. Upon recalling what the man revealed, John's expression became much more morose. He had a feeling that the man wasn't telling the truth, or at least not the full extent of it.

The thug was no fool, so he would definitely note that the amount he was paid didn't make sense considering how easy the job was. Therefore, John believed that the thug must've asked about his employer's intentions. After finishing a cigarette, John returned to his company.

Meanwhile, Matilda dropped by at Sophia's shop when Sophia was taking a break after working through rush hour. She didn't come empty handed, as she brought with her a thermal container. Wearing a disgruntled look, Matilda looked at Sophia. "Here you go. The servants made them, and I was passing by, so I brought you some of what they made."

As she spoke, Matilda left the container on the table, which Robin unlidded out of curiosity. It released the rich aroma of the soup inside the container, which indicated the lengthy process it took to make the soup. Sophia knew the aroma would trigger another bout of sickness, so she stepped away as soon as Robin opened the container. However, Matilda explained, "I already made sure to remove the oily bits, so you should be able to enjoy the soup, as it won't feel greasy."

Robin glanced between Matilda and Sophia in surprise, while Sophia was also caught off guard by Matilda's act of kindness, but she knew the reason behind her actions. Pursing her lips, Sophia seemed a little guarded, but Matilda was also feeling a little uneasy. "I will come get the container from you later, so take your time to enjoy the soup. I will be taking my leave, as I have other things to do."

Without sparing Sophia a glance, Matilda turned to leave. It wasn't until then that Sophia sniffed at it, taking in the aroma of the soup. To be fair, it smelled alright—at least she wasn't feeling queasy. Staring at the soup, Sophia figured she should give it a try since she didn't eat a lot for breakfast. Robin poured some for Sophia, and the soup was proved to be fine upon Sophia tasting it. She turned to look at Robin before telling her, "You should pour some for yourself too, as there are quite a lot."

However, Robin shook her head. "It's still early, and I had a heavy breakfast, so I don't feel like drinking it." After that, she whispered into Sophia's ear, "Anyway, don't you think Matilda has been acting a little weird lately? She never was like that."

Sure enough, Matilda would never bring her soup. However, Sophia knew the change of attitude wasn't because of anything Sophia did but because of the child she carried. After a moment's pause, Robin went on, "If she is being nice to you, does it mean that she accepted you? If that's the case, I think you might have a chance with John."

Chuckling, Sophia knew within her that Matilda's attitude was never the deciding factor in her relationship with John. She disliked Matilda, but nor would she give up on anything that belonged to her even if she liked Matilda. Her relationship with John concerned nobody else but themselves.

Upon noticing that Sophia didn't respond to her, Robin continued, "From what I gather, your relationship with John seemed to have improved ever since you got back. Compared to how you would sulk back then when his name was mentioned, you're less closed off now."

Sophia wore a stiff smile as she replied, "It's just that, I realized he could come in handy sometimes."

Robin seemed to have thought of something while observing Sophia. "I think it's because he gave you a sense of security, as he can help you out with a lot of tasks. He should be able to accomplish most of your requests."

Lifting her head to look at Robin, Sophia muttered, "A sense of security..."

Back when they were married, John never provided her with a sense of security. He never treated her nicely, so she couldn't possibly obtain it from him by any measure. Especially when his grandfather passed away, through day and night, she used to fear he might divorce her at any minute.