The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 115

By the next day, the five-finger mark on Kingsley's face had completely faded.

During breakfast, his phone vibrated, and a message popped up: [Mr. Sherwood, as a professional medical suggestion, keep the ointment with you. Better safe than sorry.]

He glanced at it but didn't move a finger, having no interest in replying.

Shane, who was reporting on work, couldn't help but glance at Kingsley's face repeatedly. Despite confirming he looked normal, Shane muttered internally—why exactly was work cancelled yesterday afternoon?

Kingsley set down his silver spoon and looked up, meeting Shane's gaze directly. His tone rose slightly. "Is there a flower growing on my face? Hm?"

Shane's heart jumped, and he immediately shook his head. "No!"

He hurriedly handed over the tablet. "Mr. Sherwood, please take a look at today's schedule. Does it need adjusting?"

Kingsley scanned the screen and uttered two words: "No need."

He picked up the coat draped over the chair and stood to walk out. Shane grabbed his briefcase and followed quickly, his footsteps close behind.

In the car, Kingsley looked down at the documents on the tablet, his fingers sliding gently across the screen.

Shane chose his words carefully as he relayed a message: "Mr. Sherwood, Director Sterling sent word. He said he would discipline his son properly. He also said if young Mr. Sterling upset you, asked you to please bear with him."

"Heh."

Kingsley let out an extremely soft scoff, his eyes churning with undisguised disdain. clearly not taking this so-called "discipline" to heart.

His finger paused, and Lucy's previous words floated to the surface. His tone was filled with stifled annoyance. "I can't touch him. He has people protecting him."

Thurston laughed and squeezed her wrist. "Go have fun. I'll watch him."

"I'll give you a reward when we get back." Jane raised an eyebrow, her eyes smiling.

Thurston nodded, then turned to Molly, who was sitting on the carpet flipping through a picture book. "Molly, let's go."

Molly, dressed in a miniature designer-style tweed suit, immediately closed the book upon hearing this. Her short legs trotted over, and she looked up, spreading her arms. "Daddy, up!"

Thurston bent down and picked her up securely. With one arm supporting Molly and the other naturally around Jane's waist, the four of them walked out together.

An hour later, Thurston was lounging lazily in Kingsley's office, sunk into the sofa, but his gaze occasionally drifted to Kingsley, who was buried in work behind the desk.