Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 379

Chapter 372

He stepped into the bedroom.

Adrian was sitting on the floor with his back to the door, surrounded by broken model pieces scattered across the carpet. Among them was the shredded remains of a lantern, once painted with little animals.

Lysander remembered.

Nathaniel's young nephew had just started school a while back and had gotten along with Adrian rather well; he'd even given Adrian a lantern decorated with animals. Thinking back, it was probably Mila who painted it before giving it to Adrian as a gift.

Adrian had loved it at the time-he'd even found a special box to keep it safe.

But now, it lay torn to bits among the mess.

He must be truly upset.

Lysander didn't rush to comfort the heartbroken child. Instead, he pulled over a chair and sat down, looking down at Adrian's turned back with a calm, unreadable expression.

"Have you been crying?"

"I haven't!" Adrian shot back instantly, though his voice trembled.

"Are you upset?"

"I'm not!"

"It's alright to cry if you're sad. This time, you can let it out."

"I don't want to cry."

Adrian insisted stubbornly, but his resolve cracked as soft, choked sobs escaped him. After a long moment, he finally whispered, voice raw with hurt, "Dad, does Mom not like me anymore? Does she not want me?"

"...Of course not."

"But she doesn't comfort me anymore. She goes to other kids-instead of me, she goes to that Julian! I hate him!"

child," Lysander

of the shattered models around with his small hands. "But Julian called her 'Mom', and she didn't correct him. She went to comfort him, to protect him. Dad, did Mom

in his chair, his gaze settling on Adrian's messy hair. His voice

Adrian didn't answer.

you remember what your great-grandfather and I taught you? What

was barely a

you never see her again?" Lysander's tone remained

"I don't want that!"

father's, were wide and red, filled with

gently ruffled Adrian's hair. His voice

Adrian snapped, batting his father's

let out a

already. At

"Adrian."

strength behind them, they're useless. They only show everyone how helpless

you can't afford to be

filled

words.

"Of course I can."

really want to come running to

you before. Your great-grandfather told you, too.

"I haven't!"

do you know

dropped his head,

leave. He simply picked up the laptop Leonard had brought in earlier, sat back down, and got

sounds in the room were the faint clicking of keys and the soft rustle of Adrian's fingers sifting through the broken

way father and son had always interacted a quiet, gentle kind of closeness,

so the

slipped by unnoticed until Harper's voice drifted in from the hallway, breaking

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