His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 434 There Was No Room For Discussion

Adrian’s expression slightly tensed, a faint crease forming between his brows as he attempted to mask his emotions. By the time he gently knocked on Lysander’s door once more, his features had smoothed into their customary gentle smile. He announced with a soft warmth, “We’re back.”

White Coat trailed behind him, barking joyfully as if catching his mood.

“Mm, Lysander replied her voice slightly distant. After responding, she drifted back to her seat by the window, her gaze lost in the vague contours of the outside world.

Observing that she desired solitude, Adrian chose not to intrude further. Noticing the nearly cleared dining table, he quietly made his way to the kitchen. There, he meticulously washed the used utensils and neatly arranged them back in the cupboard.

In the living room, Lysander maintained her

templative silence.

Adrian approached her gently, his voice laced with concern, “What happened? Did the conversation not go well?”

The discussion had not merely been unproductive–it had been utterly futile.

A bitter chuckle echoed silently within Lysander, though her face remained impassive. She managed a simple, “In

to be as current state, we can’t discuss anything. Dr. Sutton, I really appreciate your help, but I’d like

for a while now.”

“All right, I’ll take my leave then,” Adrian responded, his movements carrying a trace of reluctance. As he moved toward the door, he paused to gently pat the fluffy head of the puppy following him, whispering, “Take good care of her for me, I’m leaving first.”

White Coat seemed to understand, rustling softly as it stopped following him further.

Lysander found herself alone until the afternoon. Not a single message or piece of news came through. Not worrying that she might disturb Daphne, she finally decided to reach out herself.

“The user you’re trying to reach is currently unavailable…”

repeatedly, regardless of how many times

family was currently facing, Lysander resolved to take a

Corporation was cerily silent and deserted. The grand lobby, previously guarded and lively, was now devoid of security personnel. The reception desk stood unattended, and the remaining employees seemed disoriented and uninformed.

Lysander to ask one of them,

his head. “We’ve been unable to reach her by phone. The bank representatives are here already, it seems they’re planning to seal the office and

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for an assessment

didn’t hesitate to intercept the lead lawyer. “Excuse me… Are you the bank’s appointed lawyer?” she inquired

eyed her carefully before replying, “Indeed, may I ask if you are Ms.

her. But she’s a good friend of mine. Can you tell

on now?”

the lawyer explained, “The situation with Everhart Corporation is rather complex. It’s not merely a simple bankruptcy; their assets are far insufficient

pressed, “What do

the situation was even more critical

will proceed legally against the corporate entity to recover the debts. Any disputes will

Daphne that the legal representative for

“There’s been an emergency at their home. Could you possibly extend a grace period? They’ll

Everharts‘ ability to settle the debts, replied reluctantly, “I’m sorry, as a lawyer, my duty is to my client. If Everhart

found herself momentarily

you please step aside?” the

you give me a little more time? Just half an hour,

this considerable delay and no attempts at repayment,

your pockets; it’s a no–win situation. Half an hour is hardly a significant extension.

be too late

she found herself with no alternatives but to set aside her pride and endeavor to assist the Everhart family

on behalf of the bank, was well aware that retrieving the funds would make his job a lot easier. Checking his watch, he reluctantly agreed, “I’ll extend your time by another half an hour. Should anyone else ask, my hands are tied.”

generous,” Lysander acknowledged gratefully. After ending the conversation, she swiftly moved to a secluded area to make an

her pho, reserved for truly critical moments. The tension

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