The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 142

Lucy returned to the office, kicked off her heels, and slipped into the spare shoes she kept at work.

Just as she was about to curl up on the sofa for a rest, her phone vibrated. It was a message from Jane.

[How have you been lately?]

Lucy tapped the screen: [Doing great!]

A reply came two seconds later: [Good. Take care of yourself and Seven.]

She replied, [Okay! You take care of yourself and the baby too.]

Tossing the phone onto the coffee table, she pulled her coat tighter and settled in for a quick nap.

In the afternoon, once her work was mostly handled, the rain finally stopped.

Lucy looked out at the clearing sky, grabbed her bag, and headed out. Passing Emma's desk, she called out, "I'm leaving now. Call me if anything comes up."

"Okay!" Emma responded immediately.

Lucy took a taxi to the dealership to pick up her car, then drove straight to the early education center to pick up Seven and the nanny.

When she walked into the facility, Seven's class hadn't finished yet.

The nanny saw her and hurried over. "Miss Lynwood."

Lucy nodded gently.

After waiting about ten minutes, the classroom door opened.

Lucy walked in. Seven spotted her instantly and jumped up, shouting, "Mom~"

Lucy's eyes curved into a smile. She reached out to take his little backpack with one hand and held his soft, small hand with the other. "Are you happy to see Mommy?"

Seven nodded vigorously, his milky voice shouting again, "Mommy~"

The three left the center. Lucy buckled Seven into his car seat in the back.

The nanny handed him a bottle of milk, and the little boy chirped, "Thank you~"

"You're welcome," the nanny smiled, rubbing his hair.

Seven held the bottle and drank obediently, then suddenly looked up at the driver's seat. "Mommy, play..."

Lucy started the car slowly, smiling at him through the rearview mirror. "Mm, I'll play with you when we get home."

"Okay," Seven responded firmly.

The nanny whispered, "He hasn't had a nap today. He'll probably fall asleep before we get home."

Lucy glanced at the little figure drinking milk in the mirror, looking incredibly well-behaved, and hummed an agreement.

Sure enough, just as they arrived at the estate, Seven had slumped over in his seat, fast asleep.

Lucy moved quietly, carefully lifting him into her arms and carrying him inside. She placed him gently on the sofa and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

It was still early. Kingsley's phone rang again—it was Susan. This was her third call today.

He swiped to answer, and her mild voice came through immediately. "Kingsley, why is this trip taking so long?"

Kingsley's tone was flat. "Work."

"You're not keeping the Mason girl company, are you?" Susan pivoted, her tone accusing.

A flare of anger rose in Kingsley's chest. His voice turned colder. "Do I need to report my actions to you?"

"I didn't ask you to report," Susan said, her tone unchanged. "I'm just reminding you, she will never enter the Sherwood family door."

Kingsley smirked, countering, "Since when did you start making wild guesses? Spare me the useless talk. If you can't wait for your necklace, come get it yourself."

"If it's not Joyce Mason, then it's Lucy Lynwood," Susan ignored him. "There aren't many people who can make you care this much."

Kingsley curled his lip in a sarcastic smile. "You know me so well?"

Susan didn't answer. After a few seconds of silence, she said softly, "Some people and things are destined to have shallow fates."

Hanging up, Kingsley frowned and looked at the screenshot Shane had sent—Lucy's message: [You're insane!].

He stared at the screen and muttered low, "Insane... I'm afraid I really am sick."

staying in Switzerland was pointless, yet he delayed his return. Even he couldn't figure out exactly what he was holding onto.