His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 189 Mourning My Lost Love

Lysander’s life continued as usual.

In any life, there was bound to be problems.

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First, she needed to find a new place for her parents to move into as soon as possible.

Secondly, her younger sister had experienced a heartbreak.

Lysander didn’t really have a solution for this. She also wasn’t particularly good at giving advice, and it seemed as though no amount of counsel would help with heartbreak. However, doing nothing wasn’t an option as she only had one sister.

So, when Michelle pleaded with her to go for a drink, Lysander thought for a moment and agreed.

At her age, she was the spitting image of Daphne from the past. Back then, Daphne had been so distraught that she almost broke down mentally, to the point of considering suicide. Michelle, however, merely sought solace in alcohol to temporarily numb herself. At least her life wasn’t in any danger.

Lysander chose a fairly respectable bar, requesting the most secluded booth. She let her younger sister sit inside, shielding her from view while she sat on the outside. This was to prevent any unwelcome guests from spotting the intoxicated young lady and getting any improper ideas.

too much to drink, while her face was wet with tears. Hiccupping, she sprawled herself on the

“It’s okay,

starting to flow again. “Why am I even asking you? You’re like some kind of superhuman, unaffected by trivial matters such as love

“Mm–hmm.”

cold beer. “I argued with Mom and Dad for him. I even planned to move to the capital for him, but

her sister. As soon as Lysander came down, she was embraced by Michelle who then

she couldn’t probe further. Her priority was to

bit of sense left in her. By the time the two returned home, she had managed to stifle her sobs, moving quietly and gently so as

for a drink. She managed to hold herself together during the journey, but once they arrived and she had a few sips of alcohol,

did he say to you

forcing me to choose between my parents and my love.

listened, her brow furrowed in concern.

Mourning My

Michelle nodded

what if you had chosen

the capital. Does he think I’m a fool? This choice costs him nothing, as we’d still be following the original plan of

help but chuckle. “Don’t you think cloping

look. “Lysander, are you