The Returning Ex Chapter 185
The Returning Ex Chapter 185
Sophia had a hearty laugh upon listening to what Ian said, all the while seeming unperturbed by it. She even said, “No wonder she was looking at me in such an awkward manner. You shouldn’t be using me as an excuse to turn people down, as you’re only making more enemies for me!”
A smile bloomed on his face as he argued, “I have no other choice, as you’re my only friend, so I couldn’t possibly shift the blame to anybody else.”
The chair that Ian sat on was moved away from the stage to make space for a rock singer, who brought the atmosphere to a high. While pouring some beer for him, Sophia asked, “Can you drink now?”
“I drove here.” Such was his reply as he shook his head.
“I’ll drink on my own, then.” Sophia clicked her tongue as she took the glass from him, then downed the contents in it before asking Ian if he would be living at the Morgan Residence from then on.
“The residence is huge, with a lot of spare rooms, so I don’t really have a reason to not move back in.” He gave her a nod while recalling that Old Mr. Morgan had had the maids clean his room, which probably meant he would like Ian to stay with them. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.
After mulling over the situation, Sophia said, “To be frank, it might be good to live together with someone as they could be of help whenever you encountered some problems. The only catch would be your half siblings, who annoyed the hell out of me, especially the brother and sister duo who came in later today. Who do they think they are anyway?”
Ian laughed. “They were spoiled growing up, which explains their volatile temper.”
“Precisely.” Sophia snorted before going on, “They fear nothing as they know they would be backed, and they decided they would be capricious and arrogant due to the fact that they were cared for.” The same could be said of Mrs. Constance, who took advantage of William’s tolerant nature.
The alcohol was beginning to show its effects on her, which made her blabber more than she normally would. She began talking about her life with the Constances, including being despised by the household members, which was an awful experience. She even guffawed. “You know what? Even the maids think I’m useless. They thought I didn’t know that, but I heard and knew everything.”
Ian pursed his lip while observing Sophia, while the latter would maintain a cheerful disposition as she spoke, “I was at the bottom of the food chain, so everyone in the household could trample over me. Everyone could give me an attitude, especially John’s mom. She would scold me anytime she wished to, no matter the occasion, which was why she was dumbfounded when I kicked her that day.” Her story ended with a scoff from her.
Recollections of that fateful day made her burst out in laughter before she finally let out a sigh. “You won’t know how much satisfaction it brought me. I really wanted to give her another kick—no, I should’ve beaten the crap out of her.
I don’t care if she scolded me, but she was scolding my parents! She had no right to do so even though my parents are scums!” The rim of her eyes turned red as she repeated, “Those two scums might be dawdling somewhere out there as we speak.”
The smile of resignation on her face brought a frown to Ian’s face. She took another swig and let out a hiss before continuing, “I have now divorced John, so I will have you know that I will let loose from now on! I will not fear anyone anymore, and I’ll scratch whoever that crosses me!” She made a scratching motion as she spoke, then chuckled absentmindedly.
Ian smiled. “I never knew you led such a harsh life in the Constance Family.”
Sophia chuckled again. “Nor did I know I would. I wouldn’t have married John even if I liked him if I knew back then that he and his family would look down on me.” She was a human being in her own right, so she shouldn’t have been trampled over by them.
Her naivety led her to believe that John just didn’t love her, and she could still work on building a relationship with him as time passed, which was extremely conceited.