The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 236

"As long as you don't find someone around our age, or someone too ridiculous, we'll support you."

Winston Sherwood's expression instantly turned serious.

"Mind your own business! Do I look like someone who's lost their senses? I’m not looking for anyone right now!"

Bacchus Sherwood replied with an "uh-huh," laughing and sighing, "Looks like it'll all depend on me in the end."

Kingsley Sherwood sat to the side, his eyes closed, but his mind was completely filled with images of Seven and Lucy.

He couldn't help but think: if he hadn't been so foolish back then, how happy would he be right now?

Regret hit him like a physical blow, a heavy, suffocating weight that left him struggling for air as he pressed his lips into a thin line.Bacchus stood up.

"I'm going upstairs to sleep. You keep chasing your girl tomorrow, and I'll go on my blind dates, try to settle down soon—otherwise, grandma is going to give me bad attitude every day."

"You go up first, I'll sit here a bit longer." Kingsley remained seated, his voice flat.

After Bacchus left, Winston walked over with a glass of water and cut straight to the chase. "You aren't going abroad to chase your wife and kid?"

Kingsley opened his eyes and replied,

"They came back tonight."

Winston nodded and asked, "Did the kid acknowledge you?"

Kingsley glanced at him, a subtle hint of disappointment in his tone. "They're doing great. In his world, I don't even exist."

"Take it slow." Winston paused, then asked in confusion, "Your grandmother isn't helping you?"

He honestly couldn't believe the old lady would stand by and do nothing after finding out she had a great-grandson.

Kingsley, however, sounded firm. "I don't need it."

"Thurston is a homebody and hates going out, so we had no choice but to show up at his door."

The two children, who had been quietly reading, looked up at the commotion.

Molly immediately put down her picture book, her face breaking into a bright smile as she called out cheerfully, "Mr. Sterling, Mr. Kingsley, and Dr. Sterling!"

Seven also looked over. He didn't know the men standing there, though he had seen two of them a few times before.

The Sterling brothers responded with a smile, but Kingsley's eyes never left the boy—Seven, dressed in a red sweater, was leaning against Lucy's legs, holding a toy car in his little hands, curiously studying them with his clear eyes.

Suddenly, Molly ran over and tugged on Seven's hand. "You have to call them 'Mister' just like I do."

Seven pouted his little lips and whispered, "But I don't know them."

"I'll introduce you, and then you'll know them!" Molly swung his hand, her tone full of childish innocence.