The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 280

Kingsley exhaled heavily, his tone thick with impatience. "Let her be. Someone else will take care of her."

Shane hesitated for a moment. "Ms. Talmadge is no match for Mrs. Neville."

"If someone is hell-bent on jumping into a fire, do you think you can stop them?" Kingsley fired back.

Shane fell silent for a few seconds before answering, "Understood, Mr. Sherwood."

The next morning, Kingsley wrapped up a meeting, swung by his office to grab his coat, and marched straight out the door.

Xavier trailed closely behind him, knowing exactly what was happening. It was time to pick up Seven.

Kingsley shot him a sideways glance, his tone laced with a faint, playful edge. "The little guy is fiercely protective of Jules. He even warned me not to mess with him. I wonder when he'll start defending me like that."

Xavier fought back a smile, offering a gentle comfort. "It will happen naturally as you spend more time together. Kids are incredibly innocent. Their love is the most genuine thing there is."

Kingsley recalled that sweet, piping little voice from the night before, and his lips curved upward once more. "Lucy raised him well," he said genuinely.

"Absolutely," Xavier chimed in immediately.

"Miss Lynwood never badmouthed anyone in front of the kid, which is why Seven has managed to stay so pure and sweet."

Kingsley's gaze suddenly snapped toward Xavier, his tone laced with probing curiosity. "You seem to know her better than I do. Did you two know each other before?"

"You must be joking, Mr. Sherwood," Xavier replied. His expression remained calm, but a note of caution bled into his voice.

"I don't know Miss Lynwood at all. I only met her after I became your executive assistant."

Despite his smooth delivery, a quiet ripple of unease washed over his heart.

Kingsley didn't press the issue any further. He just turned and kept walking.

Kingsley's voice remained soft and steady. "It's right around lunchtime. As soon as we're done eating, I'll take him straight home."

"What is even the point of this phone call?" Lucy demanded, hanging up before he could respond.

Listening to the busy signal buzzing in his ear, Kingsley muttered under his breath, "If I listened to everything you said, he probably wouldn't even be calling me Uncle right now."

Right on cue, the door to Seven's classroom swung open. The classroom door swung open, and the kids came streaming out in a chaotic, excited blur.

Seven spotted his nanny by the door instantly. A bright smile broke across his little face, and he obediently handed over his tiny backpack.

He turned his head and caught sight of Kingsley walking toward them. His eyes lit up, and he called out in a crisp, happy voice, "Uncle Kingsley!"

Kingsley naturally dropped to a crouch, bringing himself eye-level with the boy. "Uncle is going to take you to get some really good food, and then I'll take you straight home, okay?"

Seven tilted his little head and looked at him with utmost seriousness. "But we have to tell Mom first. I can't just go off with other people or eat with them. Mom would be so worried."