His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 624 It Might Be The Last Time

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The mountain night was a stark contrast to the luminous cityscape, where even the moonlight appeared unusually radiant, casting a serene yet chilling glow across the landscape.

Laura had succumbed to the peaceful surroundings, her sleep deep and undisturbed by the unfamiliar silence, far removed from the urban clamor to which she was accustomed. Maverick, however, lay beside her in the tent, restless and struggling with discomfort. A cold sweat drenched his forehead as he contorted in pain, his clenched jaw silent, a testament to his resolve not to disturb his wife’s slumber.

His eyes squeezed shut, Maverick pressed his hand firmly against his side, attempting to quell the pain that racked his body.

Suddenly, the piercing sound of a phone ringing sliced through the quiet of the tent.

Maverick, already denied the mercy of sleep by his pain, reached out instinctively for the vibrating device. Laura, roused from her slumber more slowly, squinted at the abrupt disturbance and murmured groggily. “Who could that be at this hour?”

“It’s Lysa, Maverick replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Within the confines of their small campsite, the need for a phone call seemed superfluous and raised concerns of an urgent issue.

Fearing that Lysander might be facing some crisis, Maverick’s voice was laden with worry as he answered the call. “It’s Dad. What’s wrong?

On the other end of the line. Lysander’s voice, still hoarse from recent tears yet feigning cheerfulness as Josiah had advised, rang out, “Dad, quickly call Mom to come out and see. There’s a shooting star outside! It zipped by so fast, if you don’t come out now, you’ll miss it!”

“A shooting star…” Maverick exhaled a sigh of relief and turned to Laura, “Come on, let’s go watch the shooting stars.

But Laura, overwhelmed by exhaustion, murmured as she nestled deeper into her sleeping bag. “You go and accompany them. I just want to sleep now. Besides, shooting stars are so fast, even if we go out now. we may not catch them…

Respecting her desire to rest, Maverick dressed quietly and said, “AH right, I’m leaving now. If I catch a glimpse. I’ll snap a photo for you.”

He wiped the sweat from his brow, masking the intensity of his discomfort as he prepared to leave the tent. Stepping outside, he first encountered Michelle waiting in a nearby clearing.

Rubbing her eyes, Michelle approached him and said, “Dad, Lysander mentioned that there’ll be shooting stars later, but I’m just too tired. Why don’t you go watch it with her? I’ll head back and keep Mmom company for a while.”

at the expansive night sky, noting its deep, unmarred darkness

pieced together that Lysander’s invitation was not merely to watch a meteor shower; she likely needed

his realization from Michelle, he responded as if all was normal, “All

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the biting mountain chill quickly dispelled any lingering sleepiness Michelle might have felt. A meteor shower is a huge deal. Why aren’t there any

grimace of pain that crossed his face. It might have been due to the absence of recent cancer treatment–no

intensified, revealing the harsh toll of

designated meeting spot, Josiah appeared, holding a blister pack of medicine. “Mr. Maverick, I’m sorry, I failed to keep our agreement. Lysander…already knows.”

Lysander, who stood nearby holding a thermos flask, her eyes visibly red. “I don’t blame you. My daughter has always been perceptive and responsible. I didn’t think I could keep it from her forever, just hoped it could be for as long as possible. I didn’t expect her to find out this soon.”

right, no more tears. If you keep crying. your eyes

Lysander replied, “All right, I won’t cry anymore, Dad. You should take your medicine first. Earlier, when

still painfully fresh, but she managed to stabilize her voice,

to the tent here, it would be troublesome if

his arm as they walked to a more secluded spot behind some bushes, with Josiah following a few steps behind to give them

a large tree loomed before them, offering a private enclave for a delicate conversation.

his eyes on Josiah.

“Yes, Lysander is really worried about your health.”

thermos flask and urged, “Dad, you should take your medicine

painful as it looks. I just have a sensitive stomach, and the barbeque didn’t

pain, Lysander bit back tears and