Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 117

Sophia was starving, since she only had some tea to drink back there, and the snacks were left untouched. Now, she didn't care about Mrs. Constance or Isabelle, for what she wanted to do was fill herself up. John was serious about his acting, so he took some food for her and even whispered, "Take it slow, or your stomach's going to complain."

Old Mrs. Constance looked up. "Sophia, I made an appointment for you. When John has his off day, ask him to take you to the doctor. You have to treat that condition as soon as possible."

Sophia looked at Old Mrs. Constance, thinking that the old lady only mentioned it in passing, so she was surprised Old Mrs. Constance acted so quickly. John chimed in, "Got it."

Isabelle looked at Sophia and John, then she looked down. Seemingly thinking about something, Sophia slowed down for a bit. A moment later, she took a piece of pork belly and bit off the meat, leaving only the skin on. Then, she fed it to John. "Aw, this is too oily for me. Here you go."

Mrs. Constance was stunned. "Just throw it away if you don't like it. You chew a part of it off and give John the leftover? It's not right."

Sophia's chopsticks were still millimeters away from John. "Why? It's not the first time he did this. We're a couple," she replied honestly, though she felt delighted. Sophia's plan was to disgust everyone here, including John.

Sophia was starving, since she only had some tea to drink back there, and the snacks were left untouched. Now, she didn't care about Mrs. Constance or Isabelle, for what she wanted to do was fill herself up. John was serious about his acting, so he took some food for her and even whispered, "Take it slow, or your stomach's going to complain."

John looked at the skin, then he looked at Sophia. Even though she was looking at him innocently, behind that innocent gaze, she was gloating. John ate the skin, much to Sophia's satisfaction. Then, she wiped his mouth, though there was nothing on it. "You're really warming up now, honey."

John calmly took a piece of meat and bit the fatty part away before handing the rest to her. "Sure. Here, have some." Sophia froze up and blinked, but she took it anyway, and both of them gulped it down without chewing. Now, they were tied.

Mrs. Constance and Isabelle had different looks now though. On one hand, Mrs. Constance's expression was the gloomiest she had ever shown, nor did she have the mood to talk, so she kept on having her dinner. Meanwhile, Isabelle pursed her lips stiffly. She ate a bit more and looked up at John. Most of the time, John was expressionless, but Isabelle saw him smile. It was different from the smile she saw back in the living room; it was more natural and genuine. Isabelle took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

The dinner didn't take long, for everyone stopped when Old Mrs. Constance stopped. Then, they went back to the sofa. It was dark outside now, so Isabelle said goodbye. Mrs. Constance quickly stood up. "Send her home, John. It's late now."

Old Mrs. Constance looked at Mrs. Constance with disappointment, but the latter was oblivious to this. She only had her eyes on her son. Since his mother had said so, John could only say yes. Isabelle smiled at him, then they left.

Sophia stood up and rubbed her belly. "I had a bit too much to eat, so I'll be going up now." Then, she went up, but she stopped after reaching the second floor.

As she expected, Old Mrs. Constance said, "You dumb woman." Old Mrs. Constance was a soft-spoken, conservative person who led her life carefully, so she would normally never speak ill of anyone no matter how unhappy she was.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Mrs. Constance was surprised.

Old Mrs. Constance sounded done. "You're still helping Isabelle? Do you want John and Sophia's divorce to be made known sooner?"

Mrs. Constance denied it quietly, then she continued, "I just like Isabelle. She's so much better than Sophia. You saw it too at the table just now. That was disgusting."

"So what?" Old Mrs. Constance replied. "She didn't ask you to eat it. As long as they're happy, why should you care?"

Satisfied with Old Mrs. Constance's retort, Sophia went to her room happily.