The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 132 Final Moments Of Elisa

When Elisa said that, her gaze gradually lowered to rest on Lysander’s belly.

“Grandma Elisa, there’s no such thing. Josiah and I… are doing just fine.”

“Don’t lie to me anymore. I know everything,” Elisa said. “You all think I’m old and senile, no longer able to recognize anyone, huh?”

“Not at all, Grandma Elisa. Don’t overthink things.”

“You don’t have to hide it from me anymore. The child has already told me everything.”

“The child?”

“The child you have with Josiah. She’s a beautiful girl. She came to see me this morning, dressed in a floral dress, with her hair in pigtails!”

Lysander choked up, momentarily at a loss for words.

Elisa continued, “She was such a darling, gently leaning against me and calling me Great–grandma. Oh, she was so pretty, bubbly, and lively. She even sang to me, clapping her hands while at it. What song was that again? It seemed to be a Stounian song. I’m old, and my hearing is not what it used to be, so I couldn’t quite catch it. All I remember is something along the lines of birch.”

Josiah was somewhat puzzled. “Birch?”

“Yes, birch.”

looked at Lysander. “What

assailed Lysander, a dull ache spreading all

to in the first few days I found myself pregnant. Hush, little baby, don’t

She hummed softly.

said, “Yes, this was the song. She sang it

Susan shared a glance, both having

let a single sob escape. She strove to keep her emotions

no better, his eyes red–rimmed. He

child wanted me to tell you she’s not mad at you. She only misses you greatly and regrets that she can’t be your child anymore. The angel told her to hurry back to heaven, for she

Lysander said nothing.

was a lump in her throat,

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made to the child. I needed to see

don’t say something so dispiriting. I’m a doctor. As long as I’m here, you’ll

an obstetrician. You can’t cure my illness. I’ve lived for over eighty years, and it’s

could

down together, huddling close. Considering his tall stature and long legs,

“Mom, I’m here.”

“Grandma.”

you’re both here. The child also had a message for me to

Mom. Josiah and I are all cars,”

then. She breathed heavily, a thick layer of mist forming on her

chest, she coaxed, “Mom, don’t