The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 219

Jules merely glanced indifferently at the blood on the ground, his voice steady but carrying an unquestionable certainty:

"You should be able to see that Lucy takes very good care of Seven. If you have any conscience left, you shouldn't disturb them—they don't need you at all."

Kingsley felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. He steadied himself, looking up at Jules, his tone freezing cold. "In what capacity are you saying this to me?"

Jules hooked the corner of his lips, though the smile didn't reach his eyes. "As a friend, or as Seven's uncle; either works. I just want to tell you that without you, their lives are only better."

He paused, his gaze sharp as a thorn.

"Besides, Seven still doesn't know of your existence. I've been with him for so long, and I've never heard him call out for a 'Dad'."

Finishing his sentence, he swept his eyes over Kingsley’s face, which was pale to the point of transparency, and added, "It's clear that the title of 'father' holds absolutely no meaning for him."

"Cut the crap." Kingsley’s voice was as cold as ice. As soon as the words left his mouth, the dizziness intensified abruptly. He instinctively raised his hand and tightly gripped Xavier’s arm.

Xavier instantly felt the dead weight of his body. His heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "Mr. Sherwood, are you alright?"

Before he finished speaking, he signaled the bodyguards behind him. Several men immediately stepped forward, working together to support the teetering Kingsley.

Jules watched Kingsley’s increasingly awful complexion. The words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down. He thought to himself: "It must be the acute stress of seeing Seven attacking his heart."

But that had nothing to do with him; he wasn't the one who triggered it. Thinking this, he turned and walked toward the beach umbrella.

Seven was sitting on a lounge chair, sipping juice from a cup. Seeing him return, he immediately lifted his small face. "Mr. Holt, where did you go just now?"

"Nowhere." Jules walked over and sat beside him, rubbing the boy’s head. When his gaze fell on that small face, he felt a momentary trance—for a split second, the contours overlapped with another face.

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