The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 193

Seeing the word "bro," a hint of a smile flitted across Kingsley's eyes, but his typed tone was mercilessly teasing: [I can't afford you—since your loyalty always seems to lie elsewhere.]

Thurston: [...]

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The day after Jane Lambert was discharged from the hospital, Lucy flew back from Switzerland.

When she landed, Thurston had already arranged a car to pick her up.

She had returned alone this time, not daring to risk bringing Seven along. Although Kingsley hadn't pestered her recently or stepped foot in Switzerland, his abnormal silence was like a fog—she couldn't read his intentions.

Because she didn't bring the child, she planned to stay only one night and return the next day.

That night, Jane pulled Lucy into bed with her—they hadn't seen each other in so long and had a bellyful of words to say.

The night deepened, and they chattered until dawn. Even when the nanny came in to feed the baby or change diapers, their conversation never broke; the connection remained warm and lively.

At noon the next day, inside the airport departure lounge, a cup of barely touched coffee sat in front of Lucy.

She hadn't felt tired talking all night with Jane, but now exhaustion hit her like a wave. She set an alarm, leaned back in the chair, and closed her eyes for a nap.

Coincidentally, Kingsley was flying to Switzerland that day. The trip was purely for business, and before leaving, he had secretly resolved not to disturb her.

But when Lucy's figure crashed unexpectedly into his vision, all those seemingly solid walls of restraint crumbled instantly, rendered worthless.

He stood there for a long time. In the end, he didn't step forward. He simply found a seat some distance away.

Their eyes met briefly. Kingsley gave a slight nod, an acknowledgement. Then he took Xavier and walked out first.

Lucy gave no response. Her face remained expressionless, as if the eye contact had been a hallucination.

While queuing for the ticket check, Lucy looked down and quickly messaged the nanny to ask about Seven.

The reply came instantly: [All good. Mr. Holt is currently playing with Seven outside.]

Two videos followed. In the first, Seven was bouncing high on a trampoline, his small face full of laughter. In the second, he was buried in a ball pit, reaching out to grab colorful plastic spheres.

Lucy watched them one by one, the corners of her mouth curving up involuntarily. After exiting the chat, she sent a message to Jules: [Thank you for your hard work!]