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."

stern expression, jokingly saying, "Who's been

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

care what you do outside, but

reassuringly. "I know

"You know your limits? If

study fell into a tense

didn't waver. After a brief pause, he replied, "That's

your wife. Did I ever teach you to treat

resigned smile, Lysander said, "Grandfather, I'm not the one who started

still fuming, swung his cane at Lysander, who didn't dodge, letting the old man vent his anger. After a few

he grumbled, "If it weren't for the divorce threat, I wouldn't meddle in your affairs. I'm too

all my fault." Lysander quickly offered

to you about the family line. It's too weak. Mila's

I'll

he slammed the teacup down, raising his cane once more. "Do your