Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 327

John looked apathetically at Mrs. Constance who was now seated on the couch while everything which had been on the coffee table moments ago was strewn all around the room. The servants didn’t dare to tidy it up because she didn’t allow them to.

However, William was also a part of the reason this happened because he had been too tolerant all these years. He probably thought that Mrs. Constance was just throwing a small tantrum and wouldn’t cause any huge trouble out of it, so it was alright to let her go about her unreasonable ways.

Despite that, humans were smart creatures who knew how to test the limits of others. Since William kept giving in, Mrs. Constance took it for granted and thought that he would never blame her no matter what she did.

After wailing for a long time, Mrs. Constance turned and was surprised when she saw John. Pouting her lips, her eyes welled up with tears again as she cried, “You’re back, John.”

Almost immediately, John could clearly see the palm print on her left cheek and his heart wrenched at the sight of it although he was mad at her.

When she took the pictures secretly and sent it to the media, she never thought how much her actions would affect him.

“You’re the one who took the pictures?” he asked, pacing toward her.

Pursing her lips, she nodded and explained, “I thought that if I helped you announce this publicly, then the photographs of you and Belle will be anything but scandalous, and there won’t be any problems at all.”

What a simpleton, John sighed and sat next to her on the couch. “Tell me honestly, whom did you send the photographs to?”

What a simpleton, John sighed and sat next to her on the couch. “Tell me honestly, whom did you send the photographs to?”

Mrs. Constance blinked a couple of times before saying, “I sent it to Belle because she was also implicated in this issue, so I sent it to her to console her. I wanted to let her know that she was never the third party.”

Hearing her explanation, John couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Even now, she didn’t see anything wrong with her actions and felt that there was no problem with it.

John finally understood why nobody came downstairs to comfort her even though she had been wailing and crying for such a long time—they were truly mad at her.

Standing up, he declared, “I’m going upstairs to look for Dad.”

Grabbing one of his wrists anxiously, she cried, “John, are you mad at me as well? I only did this for your own good since you don’t like Sophia and won’t be together with her anyway. By announcing your divorce, I’m helping you to break it off completely with her. I did all this for your sake.”

Lowering his gaze at her, he stared at her for a long while before saying, “For my own good?” He let out a chuckle and continued, “What if I really liked Sophia? Would you accept her for my sake?”

Paralyzed by his words, it took her some time to recover and said, “That’s impossible. How could you possibly like that village girl? She’s not good enough for you! You should be with Belle—”

“See?” he interjected. “You said it was for my own good but you don’t care about what I want. Did you choose Isabelle because you think I’ll like her, or because she’s your favorite?”

Mrs. Constance’s eyes widened and she was speechless. Casting her a look, John then turned around and went upstairs.

William was still in the study while Old Mrs. Constance had already turned in.

Heading straight to the study, John knocked a couple of times on the closed door, but there was no sound from the inside. So, he said, “It’s me, Dad.”

It was only then did the door open, and William said with a tired look, “You came.”

It seemed like Mrs. Constance had driven him to the point of exhaustion.

After John went in and closed the door, he began, “I’ve sent someone to contact the media, but I can’t be sure that the Baileys who also know about this will keep it to themselves. After all, Isabelle’s reputation is on the line.”