Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 435

Chapter 429

Adrian's eyes were red and brimming with tears as he choked out, "Dad, when are you and Mom coming back? I really miss you both."

"Very soon," came the gentle reply.

Lysander smiled softly. "Didn't I tell you? Real men don't cry, remember?"

"I'm not crying!" Adrian quickly wiped his eyes and lifted his small face, trying his best to look brave. "I am a man!"

Lysander's smile deepened, his gaze lingering on the stubborn little face on the screen-those fox-like eyes, so much like his own. His voice was rarely this tender.

"Time for bed now. Mom and Dad will be home before you know it."

***

In the bedroom, Mila stirred on her side, eyes barely open. One hand was hidden beneath her pillow, trembling where it rested on the hilt of a knife. After a few seconds, she clenched it tightly.

***

After soothing Adrian and ending the call, Lysander returned to the bedroom. The warmth was gone from his demeanor. He lay down next to Mila, expression blank, staring at her frail, motionless back. A sigh slipped out.

Time turns in circles.

How did we end up here?

He reached out, placing a hand gently on her thin back, tracing the line of her spine with care. When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse and low.

"Mila."

"He's our son-flesh and blood, part of you and me. He's just a child."

At the very least, you can't be so cruel to him.

he couldn't bear it

thought, it was like

***

"Dad, where's Mom?"

a ten-year-old Lysander looked up, glaring fiercely at the tall, silent man in front of him his

days! I haven't seen

was dark, his patience thin. "She's away on a

always answers my

to lash out when the butler burst into the room,

instructed the staff to keep an eye on Lysander and hurried away. That

thrilled and ran to find her, but was stopped outside her bedroom door. Inside, the sounds of a fierce argument echoed, punctuated by

it opened, and his father appeared,

to see his mother, but was scooped up and carried away. "Mom just needs some time

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year, when Lysander turned eleven, his little brother was born. They

The infant's skin was

This was his brother.

he would grow up with, just like any other pair of siblings: trusting, inseparable. Lysander liked

But then-

eyes different from mine? They're green-so

head, curiosity shining in his gaze, but when he looked back, his father's eyes were cold and terrifying-not the

but instinctively moved to shield his little

"Dad?"

told him Eugene was sick, and so

sick, there

accepted the explanation, but he often visited the house

you and

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