The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 146

Seeing her aloof demeanor, Kingsley remained silent for a moment before simply saying, "I'm leaving."

Lucy didn't look up or respond, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the phone screen as her mind raced: Should she go find Seven and the others now?

Once Kingsley's figure had completely disappeared into the distance, Lucy immediately called the nanny. The call was answered quickly. The nanny looked at Seven, who was lying by the waiting chairs, and answered softly, "Okay, we'll come find you after the shot."

Lucy nodded into the phone. "Bess, thank you for your trouble."

"Don't be polite, it's my job," the nanny Bess replied with a smile.

Hanging up, Lucy secretly rejoiced that she hadn't been discovered. Even if Kingsley investigated, he wouldn't find any connection, because Seven's legal name was Ivan Lockhart.

She waited in the car for about twenty minutes before the nanny returned holding Seven. The little guy was still wearing his mask, his exposed eyes glistening with moisture—clearly, he had cried during the shot.

The nanny placed Seven into the child safety seat. Lucy immediately handed him a bottle of milk, praising him gently, "Seven was so brave getting his shot today!"

With a tug of his small hand, the boy pulled his hat off. Seeing this, the nanny quickly helped him remove the mask. Immediately, his lips trembled into a pout. "Mama... it hurts," he cried out, full of injured feeling.

Lucy reached out to ruffle his hair, comforting him warmly, "It hurts a little, but you were good and finished it. You were very brave."

A trace of pride appeared on Seven's expression, as if he understood the praise. His small, fair hands took the milk, and he began to drink.

Seven hugged her neck, his small hand gently touching her face as he wheedled in a milky voice, "Mama... play cars."

Knowing Seven loved cars, Wyatt had mailed quite a few toy cars from overseas. They had just arrived yesterday. Right now, in Seven's toy chest, there were at least several dozen model cars of various types.

Lucy placed him on the floor. Seven immediately waddled over on his short legs, gathered several small cars, and specifically shoved one into Lucy's hand, saying crisply, "Play."

Lucy couldn't help but laugh. She picked up the red Maserati model in her hand and pushed it slowly across the coffee table. Seven gripped his own small car and followed alongside her, gently bumping her car while shouting with bright eyes, "Mama... dodge!"

Lucy smilingly pulled her car back, deliberately letting him win. "Seven's driving skills are amazing! Mama dodged!"