Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 761

However, Sophia could not possibly imagine leaving the child to someone else for two decades without ever asking about how the child was doing. She herself couldn't do it; she couldn't bear it.

So, it was nothing but a load of codswallop when the woman said that she had feelings for her. How could she not care about me for so many years if she really has feelings? No matter how many issues she had, they're all excuses.

Sophia closed her eyes; her head hurt.

After waiting for a while, John came up again. This time, he told her to go downstairs for lunch. He came over to help Sophia sit up, and then hugged her from behind. "No matter what happens, I'll be here for you. Don't be afraid."

She didn't struggle but simply leaned into her arms. Her voice was faint as she said, "I used to be afraid that my grandpa would leave me when he got old, and he really left. Then, I was afraid of divorcing you, and we really got a divorce. John, from then on, I have nothing to be afraid of anymore. I'm not afraid of anything."

John felt a little heartbroken at her words. Thus, he hugged her tightly, saying, "I'm sorry. I will always be there for you in the future." These words sounded very comforting to the ears, but Sophia didn't really believe it. Sometimes, when one held too much hope in one's heart, one risked losing it all.

Sophia went to the bathroom to wash her face before following John downstairs.

It was very lively in the dining room. The two old women acted as if it was their home as they called out to the others to come and have lunch. Ms. Cannon's cooking was very good, so everyone was satisfied with what was laid before them on the table.

When Sophia and John came to the dining room, the two old women waved and asked Sophia to sit down.

Old Mrs. Blackwell lovingly looked into Sophia's eyes and asked what she would like so that she could have everything moved nearer to her.

Sophia laughed aloud at this. "It's okay. Everything's fine by me. John is here. If I want anything, he can help me get it."

The old lady thought for a while before nodding. "That's true. If you're with a man, you shouldn't spoil him. You must give him orders as needed."

John grinned. "Grandma, if you talk like that, people will think you have a grudge against me."

"I do have a grudge with you. You used to treat our Sophia badly, and I know all about it." Old Mrs. Blackwell stared at him seriously.

John took Sophia's hand in his. Holding it with both his hands, he said very solemnly, "I was too dumb before to understand what I did was wrong, and I did her dirty, but I'll never do that again. With so many people present, you can all be my witnesses as I say this today."

Matilda teased him, "Actions speak louder than words, so we'd rather see you actually treating her well. Come, let's eat first. The more you talk, the more it affects our appetite."

The people around the lunch table burst into laughter. Indeed, the atmosphere was really good.

Old Mrs. Constance shot a few glances at Matilda. The latter did not talk much but kept her head lowered to eat most of the time. However, she did look after Sophia tenderly throughout the meal and appeared much more levelheaded and sensible than before.

Then, Old Mrs. Constance glanced at Sophia again. The lady didn't talk much either. She would occasionally look up at Matilda and smile at her.

It was obvious that the relationship between the two of them had really taken a turn for the better.

Everyone ate happily and chatted enthusiastically, so the meal went on for quite some time.

During lunch, Old Mrs. Blackwell had also mentioned Fabian. She said that Fabian had been rather dispirited lately and appeared particularly depressed.

Sophia's godmother, who was sitting next to her, let out a sigh. "Let's not bring this up. It pisses me off whenever I think of this. Fabian is really thoughtless at times. It's just a woman. Yet he looks like there's no longer any meaning to his life and won't even listen to anyone. His father and I are honestly at our wits' end. We've said everything that we can think of, but it has no effect on him at all."

Old Mrs. Blackwell sighed as well. "From the start, you shouldn't have stopped him. Now things have become even worse."

To that, Sophia's godmother pursed her lips and answered, "Well, I didn't think so much then. But everything's too late now, so it's no use talking about that."

As soon as this topic was brought up, the atmosphere at the lunch table changed slightly.