Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 888

Elder Mr. Bailey stared at the room in front of him and sighed. "Yes. After the huge shock, I think they need time to get over the grief. After all, at their age, the greatest fear is to see young ones die before them."

Isabelle nodded and lifted her hand to wipe away her tears that were about to roll down. "Nobody saw it coming, and we never thought that Dexter would do that. Honestly, I can't imagine how much pain he was in. If only we noticed the signs earlier."

Elder Mr. Bailey fell into silence for a while before commenting, "That kid was not resilient enough. A family like ours has our fair share of riches and luxury, and because of that, we will also be placed under more stress than the others! None of us have it easy. In fact, when your dad was younger, he grew up under tons of pressure. I could even say that your dad led a more tiring life than Dexter. But look, he bit the bullet and sailed through the storms. Now, he has built a good life, and our company is well-managed under his leadership."

Hearing her grandfather's remark, Isabelle immediately slipped into silence. Elder Mr. Bailey stared at the main building with a hint of wistfulness. "If only Dexter had your personality. I know that you had it rough over these years. But you survived it, didn't you?"

She turned around and shot him a glance. "But I..." However, she did not finish her sentence. But I am tired too. I feel suffocated every single day. Anyway, she understood that Old Mr. Bailey did not place all his expectations on her. Therefore, when the time was ripe, she would have the chance to taste freedom. It was hope that allowed her to endure everything.

As for Dexter, he had probably been thinking of his bleak future and decided that life was hopeless. That was probably the reason he downed that bottle of pesticide before the car crash. Last night, she dispatched someone to run a search by the roadside. Indeed, they found a bottle of pesticide that looked new and was probably discarded not long ago.

Not wanting to continue the topic of conversation, Isabelle turned around and supported her grandfather. "Grandpa, let's go back. If I leave you all alone here, I will be worried."

Giving no reply, he merely stood up and followed her back to the main building. She assisted him to enter his bedroom, where he sat down on his bed with a gloomy face. Then, she scanned the room and asked, "Grandpa, do you have your medicine with you? It's best if you keep some medicine close to you. I'm really worried about you."

Elder Mr. Bailey waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine. I'm all good. Don't worry about me. Instead, visit your dad and check on his situation. Life has to go on; nothing good comes from grief."

She nodded. "Alright. I'll head over now. If anything happens, just call us over."

Since Elder Mr. Bailey didn't reply, she stood up and left his room. When she closed the door behind her, she leaned against the door frame, her sorrowful expression all gone. She did not head over to Old Mr. Bailey's room but instead retreated to her own.

After work, John called Sophia and learned that she was not at home; she was at Logan's clubhouse. He instantly checked who was with her, thinking that Matilda was there, but his guess was wrong. Staying on the call, he proceeded to ask her what she was up to at the clubhouse.

With no intention to hide, Sophia informed him about lan's training later. She and Logan wanted to catch up with lan before he returned for training. John mumbled, "Didn't you guys just meet up recently?"

Sophia's tone immediately turned icy. "How dare you bring that up? Our meetup last time was full of your drama.”

John inhaled through his mouth. "How could you put the blame on me? My dad and that fella named Richard both created trouble. Why do you only pin it on me?"

Ah well, this man doesn't even spare his dad when he's in a crucial situation. Sophia felt a mix of admiration and disdain toward him.