Chapter 138 Your Parents Are Getting A Divorce

Charles frowned almost imperceptibly and glanced at Sophia. His gaze paused on her chapped lips. Then, he retracted his gaze, opened the door, and went out. Megan walked over to shut the door. The reserved expression on her face eased up considerably as she sat down on the seat next to her. "I made some chicken soup and millet porridge. Which one would you like to eat?" Yvette asked, pointing to the two thermos barrels on the table. Initially, Sophia wanted to say that she had no appetite and did not want to have anything, but when she met Yvette's eyes, the words hanging at the tip of her tongue were morphed into something different. "Millet porridge, then." Megan stood up immediately after hearing what she said. She filled up a bowl of millet porridge and handed it over to Sophia. Sophia honestly did not have any appetite. She held the spoon and scooped up some porridge, bringing it to her mouth and blowing it before taking a tiny bite. "How long have you been here, Aunt Harris?