Next One Is a Babe Chapter 288

This topic was slightly sensitive, so John and Mrs. Constance kept their silence. Old Mrs. Constance

and Old Mr. Constance had managed to stay together since they were young up until now. The

relationship that they had wasn’t something that could be defined with a few words. Old Mrs.

Constance had been calm ever since Old Mr. Constance’s passing. Until now, she had never shown

any ounce of sadness. However, it didn’t mean that the feelings weren’t there.

They all fell in silence after that. John didn’t feel like eating anymore after taking a few bites. Although

the steak was done just right, he had already lost his appetite. There wasn’t really any difference

between eating this and eating some snacks, for it didn’t feel like a proper meal anymore.

When John placed his cutleries down, Mrs. Constance got confused. “What’s wrong? You don’t like it?”

John wiped his mouth with a napkin. “No. I’m just not that hungry as I ate a lot for lunch at the

company.”

Mrs. Constance didn’t think too much about it and got the maid to clean up the table. The trio continued

sitting at the dining room while Old Mrs. Constance inquired whether John got along well with Sophia.

Right after she finished, Mrs. Constance lowered her voice and said, “They’re divorced anyway. Getting

along for a show should be enough. They won’t be together in the future after all, so it really doesn’t

matter whether they get along well.”

Old Mrs. Constance gave Mrs. Constance a look, for she didn’t quite agree with what had been said.

“Don’t butt in too much in John’s private matters. Also, I’m warning you, you’d better behave during

Owen’s birthday. I don’t want you to bring outsiders over and make the situation awkward.”

“What do you mean outsiders? If I were to invite anyone, they would be close to us!” Mrs. Constance

couldn’t help but falter. As expected, a heads up from Old Mrs. Constance was required.

Old Mrs. Constance’s facial expression didn’t look good. “I don’t care whether we’re close. This is our

family’s matter, so I’m warning you not to bring any outsiders over.”

Mrs. Constance pursed her lips at that and stopped talking. Seeing their exchange, John couldn’t help

but feel annoyed. This was just like back then. At that time, Sophia was still here, and Mrs. Constance

would take every chance that she could get to lecture her. Fortunately, Sophia never talked back to her

and would only purse her lips and keep quiet. Mrs. Constance alone was already enough to cause

them annoyance. Look at how the tables had turned. Mrs. Constance now became the one who got

lectured.

John leaned back on his chair. “Is Uncle Owen inviting anyone over?”

“No,” Old Mrs. Constance answered. “I’ve already talked to your Uncle Owen and he would like the

family to just gather together. It doesn’t matter if we don’t celebrate his birthday as we mainly just want

the family to be together. The atmosphere here has been dead ever since your Grandpa passed away,

and everyone had been so careful around each other. We just hope that everyone will be happier after

this get together.”

Old Mrs. Constanca gava Mrs. Constanca a look, for sha didn’t quita agraa with what had baan said.

“Don’t butt in too much in John’s privata mattars. Also, I’m warning you, you’d battar bahava during

Owan’s birthday. I don’t want you to bring outsidars ovar and maka tha situation awkward.”

“What do you maan outsidars? If I wara to invita anyona, thay would ba closa to us!” Mrs. Constanca

couldn’t halp but faltar. As axpactad, a haads up from Old Mrs. Constanca was raquirad.

Old Mrs. Constanca’s facial axprassion didn’t look good. “I don’t cara whathar wa’ra closa. This is our

family’s mattar, so I’m warning you not to bring any outsidars ovar.”

Mrs. Constanca pursad har lips at that and stoppad talking. Saaing thair axchanga, John couldn’t halp

but faal annoyad. This was just lika back than. At that tima, Sophia was still hara, and Mrs. Constanca

would taka avary chanca that sha could gat to lactura har. Fortunataly, Sophia navar talkad back to har

and would only pursa har lips and kaap quiat. Mrs. Constanca alona was alraady anough to causa

tham annoyanca. Look at how tha tablas had turnad. Mrs. Constanca now bacama tha ona who got

lacturad.

John laanad back on his chair. “Is Uncla Owan inviting anyona ovar?”

“No,” Old Mrs. Constanca answarad. “I’va alraady talkad to your Uncla Owan and ha would lika tha

family to just gathar togathar. It doasn’t mattar if wa don’t calabrata his birthday as wa mainly just want

tha family to ba togathar. Tha atmosphara hara has baan daad avar sinca your Grandpa passad away,

and avaryona had baan so caraful around aach othar. Wa just hopa that avaryona will ba happiar aftar

this gat togathar.”

John nodded. “That’s nice.”

Then, Old Mrs. Constance stared outside. “It’s late. Will Sophia be okay being alone at the house?”

Mrs. Constance couldn’t help but chime in at that, “Why shouldn’t she be okay being at home alone?

It’s not like she’s still a kid. She’s already an adult.”

Old Mrs. Constance gave her a look, and Mrs. Constance immediately shut up. She didn’t know why

Old Mrs. Constance would always lecture her every time she mentioned Sophia. The old woman wasn’t

like this back then; she didn’t like Sophia last time as well.

John stood up at that. “Alright. I’ll be heading back now. I initially wanted to meet Dad so that we could

talk about the weekly report, but it seems that it’s impossible for me to do so now. It’s okay. I can

discuss it with him at the company tomorrow.”

“You’re leaving so soon? But you just got here! Why don’t you stay a little long to talk to us?” Mrs.

Constance was reluctant to see him leave.

However, Old Mrs. Constance cut her off, “Go home and rest well. It’s not safe to drive home so late.”