The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 279

When Lucy arrived home, someone was already waiting at the door to pick up Phil.

She pushed the front door open to find Seven eagerly waiting up for her. The moment he spotted the toy in her hands, his eyes lit up. "Wow, Mom! I don't have this one! I love it!"

Lucy handed over the toy, her voice softening. "Mom is going to take a shower first. Once I'm done, I'll come tuck you in."

She casually tossed her phone onto a side table and headed upstairs.

A few minutes later, the phone on the table began to buzz, the screen flashing with an unknown number.

Seven paused his fierce unboxing and scrambled over to the table. Mimicking the adults, he swiped his little finger across the screen. "Hello, who is this?" his sweet, childish voice chimed.

On the other end of the line, Kingsley heard that soft, adorable voice, and his lips curled into an involuntary smile. "Why don't you guess?" he teased gently.

Seven clutched the phone as he sat cross-legged on the rug, his logic surprisingly sharp for his age. "I know it's you! But you have to promise not to be mean to Uncle Holt again. Otherwise, we can't be friends."

He paused for a second before adding crisply, "People who are too mean don't have any friends, you know."

A deep chuckle tumbled from Kingsley's chest as he surrendered. "Alright, I will listen to Seven. Does that mean we're friends now?"

Seven tilted his little head, mulling it over, before giving a firm, "Yeah!"

"Where is your mom?" Kingsley asked.

"Mom's taking a shower," Seven said, standing up with the phone in his hands.

Kingsley hummed in acknowledgment, his tone softening even further. "It's getting late. Hang up and get some sleep. I will pick you up after class tomorrow."

"Okay," Seven agreed obediently. He swiped his tiny finger across the screen and ended the call.

Before Lucy had even made it downstairs, Seven had somehow crawled onto the couch and fallen fast asleep.

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