Walking Away While Pregnant: Dear Ex-Husband, I Don't Love You Anymore novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: Chapter 136

Hearing this, Robin froze slightly. He looked at Elise, a hint of grievance welling up in his eyes. He wanted to sleep with his godmom too.

"Robin, you’re a boy, so you can’t sleep with Godmom!" Lily said, as if reading his mind. She gently scratched her own cheek with a tiny finger. "My daddy said that boys and girls are different. Even though I’m so little, I don’t sleep with my daddy anymore! Otherwise, it’s super embarrassing!"

Robin was speechless after hearing that.

Elise stood on the steps by the entrance, her expression placid. The arrival of Dylan and Robin was unexpected, but reflecting on everything that had happened before, she found it entirely exhausting. Dylan had always been completely self-centered. Showing up with Robin without a word of warning was classic Dylan.

Aside from a slight irritation, she couldn’t bring herself to feel anything else.

Naturally, Elise wasn’t going to argue with Dylan in front of the two children. She looked down at them and said, "Lily, take Robin inside for breakfast."

"Okay!" Lily grabbed Robin’s small hand. "Robin, let’s go inside."

Robin nodded, obediently following Lily into the house.

Mrs. Shaw, ever observant, offered a smile. "I’ll head inside too. Talk things out nicely, you two."

Once Mrs. Shaw went indoors, the courtyard fell into absolute silence.

Dylan stepped forward, walking toward Elise. She didn’t move, simply watching him approach step by step until their eyes met. Though it had only been two days since they last saw each other, the air between them felt noticeably colder and more distant.

Stopping a few paces away from her, Dylan looked at her, but Elise’s face remained frosty. "You shouldn’t have brought Robin here."

"You told him over the phone that you’re never coming back. He’s heartbroken," Dylan said, his gaze heavy. "Elise, Robin truly sees you as family. In his heart, you are just as important as Fleur."

"He is the child Fleur carried for nine months; they are flesh and blood. And you’re comparing me to her?" Elise let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Dylan, you always want to have your cake and eat it too, but don’t raise the boy to be just like you."

Dylan’s brow furrowed tightly, his dark eyes locked onto her. In the past, hearing Elise speak to him this way would have provoked his anger and driven him to argue. But now, he merely pressed his lips together and sighed.

"I know you resent me. But Robin is just a child. Elise, to be honest with you, I don’t think Fleur is fit to take care of him. She wants to take him abroad, but Robin doesn’t want to go, and I don’t agree with her plan either."

His implication was clear: he didn’t want Robin going abroad with Fleur because he deemed her an unfit mother.

So who would be a fit mother for the boy?

Elise looked at Dylan, reading the answer in his eyes. Before, he had explicitly told her that she would never be a fit mother. Now that Robin needed her, suddenly she met his standards?

Dylan truly was beyond saving.

"Is that so?" Elise sneered. "Your dear sister-in-law sure is dedicated and strong, isn’t she? Working even when her somatic symptoms of depression are that severe? Dylan, she is the eldest daughter-in-law of the Bennett family. Is your family suddenly unable to afford her lifestyle? Does she really need to force herself to work while sick?"

Her interrogation cut straight to the bone.

Dylan’s face grew increasingly pale. Elise forcefully yanked her wrist from his grip, pinning him with a freezing glare.

"Dylan, before you choose to enable Fleur, please find a more believable excuse next time. Constantly using depression as a shield only tarnishes the reputation of people who are actually suffering from the disease!"

She closed her eyes briefly. Memories of those five long years when she was utterly misunderstood resurfaced, sending a sharp, uncontrollable ache through the depths of her heart.

When she opened her eyes again, any lingering trace of emotion had vanished, replaced by an impenetrable chill.

"It’s exactly because of people like you and Fleur that real depression patients are constantly doubted by those around them."

"You aren’t holding weapons, yet your hands are covered in blood. I suppose I should consider myself lucky. After all, I managed to survive those five long, dark years."

Dylan froze. It felt as though someone had fired a bullet directly into his chest without warning—a sudden, piercing agony that instantly paralyzed his entire body.