The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 497

That afternoon, unable to contain her anxiety, Sylvia tracked down Killian and brought up the bracelet.

"I had no idea Sienna cared so much about it. If I had known, I never would have put it on," Sylvia complained, sneaking sideways glances at him to gauge his reaction.

After all, she was publicly known as his girlfriend. For Sienna to personally demand the jewelry back wasn't just a slap in Sylvia's face—it was a slap in Killian's.

It would be one thing if they were biologically related, but given their tense stepmother-stepson dynamic, Sienna's move was a blatant provocation.

Killian, however, barely reacted. "The Emerald Heirloom Bracelet is from Sienna's private collection. It isn't a Quincy heirloom."

Sylvia bristled. "Then why did you say it was? You made me look like an idiot!"

Killian didn't respond.

Resentment gnawed at Sylvia.

It felt like Killian had reverted to his old, icy self, treating her with a faint, almost cruel amusement.

He had fully known it belonged to Sienna, yet casually passed it off as a family artifact.

In the past, she had only ever heard whispers of his ruthlessness. Now, she was experiencing his utter lack of empathy firsthand.

He stood high above everyone else, treating the world like a game meant for his entertainment. It seemed impossible for him to genuinely care about protecting anyone.

Well, anyone except his son.

A man like that was nowhere near perfect. He barely even qualified as a decent boyfriend.

If it weren't for his devastating looks and massive fortune, no woman would genuinely love him.

Swallowing her bitter complaints, Sylvia hurried to catch up.

Killian was driving to pick Connor up from school today, and she was tagging along.

"Let's buy Connor a gift on the way," Sylvia suggested.

"He's not a toddler anymore. You can't bribe him with candy or random toys," Killian replied.

Sylvia scowled and stared out the window.

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