The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 142

But the child remembered everyone in the Quincy family, completely forgetting about Lydia, the grandmother who thought about him all the time.

She couldn't harshly criticize a child's unintentional oversight, nor could she bring herself to directly demand favoritism from a little boy.

If she did, she would feel ridiculous.

But the hurt and disappointment inside her couldn't be faked.

The next day, inside Leon Quincy's villa, Leon lay barefoot on the sofa, playing with a silk scarf in his hands.

Eleanor Quincy rushed in, accompanied by the maids. Before she even entered the room, her voice preceded her.

"Why didn't you tell the family you were hurt? Let me see how bad it is!"

Leon quickly stood up. "Eleanor, why are you here?"

"If I didn't come, were you planning to hide it from me forever?" Eleanor hurried over, grabbing his hand to inspect it carefully, her eyes full of distress.

"It's just a small scratch, it's nothing," Leon couldn't help but laugh.

Since returning, he had been staying in his own detached villa, occasionally going back to the old estate to visit.

The maids must have told the older woman about his injury.

"It bled, and you call it nothing?" Eleanor scolded gently, carefully rubbing his wound. "The cut is so deep, it might leave a scar."

Leon didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wasn't a kid; it was just a scar, nothing to care about.

But Eleanor doted on him the most. The slightest bump or scrape made her incredibly nervous, a habit she had formed over the years.

Eleanor let go of his hand and looked around. The villa was quiet but spotless, neat and elegant.

Seeing that he was living well, she felt a bit more at ease, but her gaze was suddenly drawn to an object on the corner of the sofa.

She reached out and picked it up. It was a delicate silk scarf, smooth and soft, with an elegant pattern. A tiny, exquisite flower was embroidered in the blank corner—it was thoroughly a woman's item.

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