Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 932

Then, William stayed in Matilda's guest room that night.

Although Matilda didn't think it was appropriate, she didn't consider it a big deal either.

However, who would have thought that William would go directly to her place after getting off work the next day? He even brought his clothes over, obviously intending to stay there for longer.

Matilda couldn't deny that she felt rather ecstatic at the thought.

By doing so, William had actually made some things clear. To Matilda, she secretly felt that she had won the fight against Yolanda again.

Then, William went to the Flintstone Residence again and talked to Old Mrs. Flintstone. Matilda didn't know the content of the conversation because she was not there, and her mother did not tell her about it either. But judging from the older woman's attitude toward William afterward, the two of them seemed to have had a good conversation.

Matilda looked a little embarrassed after talking about this.

Meanwhile, Sophia laughed next to her. "Great, your relationship is developing very fast. You two are progressing even faster than me and John."

Matilda sighed. "You're so pretentious, and John is so stupid. It goes without saying that you two would be slow." Her words were clearly an admonishment to both of them.

Sophia grinned. "It's mainly your son who is stupid."

Matilda followed Sophia into the main building. When she saw Old Mrs. Constance, awkwardness crept across her face. but Old Mrs. Constance simply smiled upon seeing her. "I'm guessing that William was with you for the past two days."

Matilda tucked her stray strands of hair behind her ear. "Yes, he was with me."

When she heard that, Old Mrs. Constance laughed. "It seems that I have to replace time to go and visit your family. It's been a long time since I saw your mother. I really have to talk to her about some things."

Matilda's face went completely crimson. At her age, she still needed her elders to fret over her marriage. How embarrassing!

The three of them sat down in the living room. Old Mrs. Constance took the opportunity to ask whether William was busy with the company recently and whether he had gone home on time.

Matilda nodded. "He hasn't socialized much recently, and he comes back every day after work."

At that, Old Mrs. Constance sighed. "He never came home on time when he was living here with me. He said he was busy every day. Sure enough, those were all excuses. It was indeed based on his willingness to come home."

The corners of Sophia's mouth curved upward before she realized it.

Old Mrs. Constance had also changed a lot. It was not only Matilda who liked to act all prim and proper in the past, but Old Mrs. Constance as well. Now, she actually knew how to make fun of others.

Old Mrs. Constance chatted for a while before checking the time. "It seems that John will not come back at noon today." After saying that, she glanced at Sophia. "What did you two talk about outside this morning? Did you break his heart again?"

Sophia hurried to clarify herself. "I didn't say anything! He was just being dramatic by himself."

Old Mrs. Constance's gaze landed on Sophia's belly. "Sophia, I know my own grandson very well. If he doesn't like you very much, he wouldn't do what he's doing now. John has been headstrong since he was a child. So, it really isn't easy for him to do all this. It's not possible for you to expect him to be particularly empathetic and emotionally aware overnight."

After pausing for a while, the old lady added, "Also, you have to give him some kind of response. If you let him run around like a headless chicken trying to please you without getting any reaction from you, he will definitely become tired."

Old Mrs. Constance's speech was rather amusing, which earned laughter from both Sophia and Matilda.

Thus, Sophia nodded. "I understand. I've also reflected on myself today. Indeed, I might have overdone it." She just wanted to vent all the grievances she had suffered in the past.

But now that she thought about it, it was actually pointless to do so. The more she vented, the more pretentious she would appear to be.