The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 41

"Did I ever ask about her? How she is has nothing to do with me." Kingsley said.

The moment the thought of the unborn child crossed his mind, the irritation and displeasure simmering in his chest surged to a breaking point.

Lucy and Jane finished their lunch. Since Jane had a meeting that afternoon, she left first, agreeing to meet up with Lucy again that evening.

Just as Lucy stepped out of the restaurant, a familiar, grating voice assaulted her ears.

She looked up to see Aria Lynwood, her half-sister.

It had been two years. Aria took in Lucy's transformed aura, a sneer immediately curling her lips. "Well, well, isn't this my dear little sister? The high-and-mighty Mrs. Sherwood?"

Hardly had the words left her mouth when she slapped her forehead in mock realization, her tone dripping with venom. "Oh, silly me. My memory isn't what it used to be. You aren't anymore."

Lucy shot her a cold glance, her voice devoid of emotion. "We have nothing to discuss. My mother only had one child. As for you—you're just a bastard daughter."

Aria's smile stiffened. She looked Lucy up and down, her eyes narrowing with malicious speculation. "No wonder you don't care about Dad. You're living quite the high life even after leaving the Sherwood family. Which rich heir have you hooked up with now?"

Her tone shifted from disdain to accusation. "Lucy, Dad raised you for over twenty years for nothing? You ungrateful wretch! He's in prison now, and you're just standing by and watching!"

"Isn't there still you, the 'filial daughter'?" Lucy raised a brow, her voice laced with mockery. "I thought you hired the best defense attorney for him."

Before Aria could respond, Lucy took a menacing step forward, exuding a chilling pressure. Her voice dropped low. "Aria, don't prance around in front of me. It only disgusts me. Next time we meet, don't bother saying hello."

Lucy turned and walked away, leaving Aria frozen in place, staring daggers at her retreating back but daring not to chase after her.

From the passenger seat, Shane caught a glimpse of her and instinctively murmured, "Miss Lynwood."

Surely he hadn't used the wrong title this time?

Kingsley looked up at the sound, sweeping a glance over Shane. His tone was cool. "What? Should I stop the car so you can give her a ride?"

Shane instantly tensed. "I wouldn't dare..."

Kingsley rested the tablet on his lap and closed his eyes, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "Wouldn't dare? People might think you're close friends with her."

"I wouldn't dare, Mr. Sherwood," Shane replied respectfully, though he muttered internally: "Close? I'm not close with Miss Lynwood at all. When it comes to being close, who could compare to you?"