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.

assailed Lysander, a dull ache spreading all

few days I found myself pregnant. Hush, little baby, don’t

She hummed softly.

the song.

that point in the conversation, Josiah and Susan shared a glance, both having a pretty good idea of

escape. She strove to keep her emotions in check, trembling even

eyes red–rimmed. He turned

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

Lysander said nothing.

if there was a lump in her throat, leaving her

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on a promise made to the child. I

face. “Grandma Elisa, please don’t say something so dispiriting. I’m a doctor. As

my illness. I’ve lived for over eighty years, and it’s enough. Susan,

reason, Elisa could seemingly

Considering his tall

“Mom, I’m here.”

“Grandma.”

here. The child also had

Josiah and I

was somewhat drained then. She breathed heavily, a thick layer of mist forming

her chest, she coaxed, “Mom, don’t rush. Take your