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."

"Who's been gossiping to you,

the table. "Don't try to smooth-talk me.

you do outside, but remember this: don't

smiled reassuringly. "I know

limits? If

into a

smile didn't waver. After a brief pause, he replied, "That's not her decision to

so domineering, even with your wife. Did I ever teach you to treat family like a game of chess? You're turning

one

at Lysander, who didn't dodge, letting the old man vent his anger. After a few more swats, Lysander finally

"If it weren't for the divorce threat,

Lysander quickly

a sip. "I wanted to talk to you about the family line. It's too weak. Mila's health is good;

I'll do my

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