Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 117

Just past noon, a sleek Rolls-Royce Phantom glided into the courtyard of the estate.

Lysander stepped out of the car, his tailored black suit exuding elegance. With a casual flick of his long fingers, he adjusted the silver cufflinks and strode towards the study.

Inside, his grandfather was immersed in writing.

"Grandfather," Lysander called, approaching with ease. He picked up the kettle from the stove and poured a cup of tea for the old man.

His grandfather continued to write, ignoring both Lysander and the steaming cup of tea on the desk. The only sound in the room was the soft scratch of pen on paper.

Once he finished writing, the old man set down his pen and finally looked up.

"So, unless I summon you, you'll never remember to drop by and see an old man like me?"

"Of course not," Lysander replied with a chuckle. "You're always on my mind."

"Ha, spare me the sweet talk," his grandfather retorted with a sideways glance. "Is it really me you're thinking about every day, or is it some young lady? I heard you've been quite the charmer lately."

Lysander feigned a stern expression, jokingly saying, "Who's been gossiping to you, trying to stir up trouble?"

With a sardonic smile, his grandfather slapped the table. "Don't try to smooth-talk me. Besides your mother, who else would leak your escapades?"

"Lysander," his grandfather continued, more sternly, "I don't care what you do outside, but remember this: don't bring any scandalous offspring into our Montgomery lineage!"

Lysander smiled reassuringly. "I know my limits, Grandfather."

The old man's voice sharpened. "You know your limits? If you did, your wife wouldn't be threatening to divorce you!"

The study fell into a tense silence.

Lysander's smile didn't waver. After a brief pause, he replied, "That's not her decision to make."