The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 218

"The best way to make it up is for you to disappear completely and stop disturbing us."

Lucy interrupted him, her gaze suddenly looking past his shoulder to the distance—Jules was carrying Seven, walking toward them.

Her tone instantly hardened, carrying the weight of an ultimatum:

"Kingsley, I don't want to argue with you in front of Seven. Besides, you don't deserve to let him know you exist."

Jules hadn't noticed Kingsley nearby at all—his mind was full of figuring out how to answer Seven’s bizarre questions. he felt he needed to brush up on his knowledge, or this little guy would leave him speechless sooner or later.

"Is what you said true?"

Seven, nestled in his arms, looked up and asked, his eyes full of curiosity.

Jules lowered his head and smiled, his tone gentle and certain. "Don't worry, Uncle wouldn't lie to you."

Only when he saw Lucy did Seven’s eyes light up. He immediately opened his little arms, his soft voice drifting over: "Mom! I have a shell for you!"

As he spoke, he opened his small hand. Lying in his palm was a tiny, deep purple shell, glimmering in the sunlight.

Lucy walked over, took the shell from his hand, and gently nuzzled his cheek with her fingertips:

"Thank you, Seven. Mommy loves it."

"Mr. Holt helped me find it!"

Seven smiled and wiggled, his small arms wrapping tightly around Jules’s neck as he snuggled affectionately into his chest.

This scene landed in Kingsley’s eyes, adding a deeper torture to his already reddened rims—he, the biological father, couldn't even compare to Jules. At this moment, he stood frozen like a redundant joke.

Perhaps his gaze was too intense, for Seven suddenly looked over, then quickly hugged Jules’s arm tighter, whispering:

"Mr. Holt, that person keeps staring at me..."

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