Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 117

Just past noon, a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom glided into the courtyard of the estate.

Lysander stepped out of the car, his tailored black suit exuding elegance. With a casual flick of his long fingers, he adjusted the silver cufflinks and strode towards the study.

Inside, his grandfather was immersed in writing.

"Grandfather," Lysander called, approaching with ease. He picked up the kettle from the stove and poured a cup of tea for the old man.

His grandfather continued to write, ignoring both Lysander and the steaming cup of tea on the desk. The only sound in the room was the soft scratch of pen on paper.

Once he finished writing, the old man set down his pen and finally looked up.

"So, unless I summon you, you'll never remember to drop by and see an old man like me?"

"Of course not," Lysander replied with a chuckle. "You're always on my mind."

"Ha, spare me the sweet talk," his grandfather retorted with a sideways glance. "Is it really me you're thinking about every day, or is it some young lady? I heard you've been quite the charmer lately."

saying, "Who's been gossiping to you, trying to stir up

a sardonic smile, his grandfather slapped the table. "Don't try to smooth-talk me. Besides your mother, who else would leak

sternly, "I don't care what you do outside, but remember

smiled reassuringly. "I know my

sharpened. "You know your limits? If you did, your wife wouldn't be threatening to

fell into a

pause, he replied, "That's

underscoring his frustration. "You're so domineering, even with your wife. Did I ever teach you to treat family like a game

the one who started

didn't dodge, letting the old man vent

the divorce threat, I wouldn't meddle in your affairs. I'm too old

all my fault." Lysander

about the family line. It's too weak. Mila's health is good; if you can, you should have

I'll do my

slammed the teacup down, raising his cane once more. "Do your best, huh? She's threatening divorce, and