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.

as if he couldn't bear it any longer. He pulled her roughly into

thought, it was

***

"Dad, where's Mom?"

Lysander looked up, glaring fiercely at the tall, silent man

I haven't seen Mom

"She's

goes, she always answers my

expression grew even colder. He was just about to lash out when the butler burst into the room, breathless and excited. "Sir! We've

through Conrad's stern features. Without another word, he instructed the staff to keep an

stopped outside her bedroom door. Inside, the sounds of a fierce argument echoed,

last it opened, and his father appeared, exhausted and

him to see his mother, but was scooped up and carried away.

***

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

crying baby, poking his chubby cheek. The infant's skin was soft and smooth. Suddenly, Eugene grasped Lysander's finger, and

This was his brother.

any other pair of siblings: trusting, inseparable. Lysander liked him instantly. He promised himself he'd be a good big brother,

But then-

Eugene's eyes different from mine?

were cold and terrifying-not the way a father should look at his child, more like a stranger? Or

didn't understand, but instinctively moved to

"Dad?"

estate. His father told him

was sick, there was

the explanation, but he often visited the house where Eugene stayed, waggling his finger to

you and Mom

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