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.”

noting its deep, unmarred

by a similar ruse in the past, he pieced together that Lysander’s invitation was not merely to watch a meteor shower; she likely needed to

his realization from Michelle, he responded as if all

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mountain chill quickly dispelled any lingering sleepiness Michelle might have felt. A meteor shower is a huge deal. Why aren’t there any mentions of it on the internet? She paused her move toward the tent, turning to cast a doubtful look

longer hide the grimace of pain that crossed his face. It might have been due to the absence of recent cancer

intensified, revealing the harsh toll of

of medicine. “Mr. Maverick, I’m sorry, I failed

glance toward 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

then turned to soothe Lysander as she fought back tears. “All right, no more tears. If you keep

a sniffle. Lysander replied, “All right, I won’t cry anymore, Dad. You should take your medicine first. Earlier, when you… when you went to get Mom’s coat, I saw

still painfully fresh, but she managed to stabilize her voice, though it was

“Let’s move somewhere else first. We’re too close to the tent here, it would be troublesome if we woke your mother up. She’s in high spirits. tonight, and I don’t want to spoil her mood.”

to a more secluded spot behind some bushes, with Josiah following a few steps behind to give them

them, offering a private enclave for

on Josiah. “This was

confirming, “Yes, Lysander is really

focusing solely on her father’s ashen complexion, handed him the thermos flask and urged, “Dad, you should

cry. It’s not as painful as it looks. I

Lysander bit back tears and responded,