"..."
Sonia Quincy blinked blankly, raising a hand to gently pat Mrs. Preston's back in confusion.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
Mrs. Preston let her go, her eyes already red and moist.
"Sonia, are you okay?"
Sonia Quincy shook her head. "I'm fine. I'm doing great."
"...That's good, then. That's good." Mrs. Preston only repeated this phrase, saying nothing more.
Sonia Quincy saw her secretly wiping away tears and knew she must have seen the news.
Although the incident was fabricated, the rumor itself was still disgraceful. Mrs. Preston had probably heard a lot of gossip about Sonia Quincy on her way back.
Sonia Quincy bit her lip, feeling that she should offer some kind of explanation.
But Mrs. Preston looked as if she had no intention of asking about it.
"Come sit down. Mom bought you some milk tea." She took Sonia Quincy by the wrist, led her to the sofa to sit, then stuck a straw in the freshly bought milk tea and personally held it to Sonia Quincy's lips.
