The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 81

Lucy nodded slightly, her voice soft but distinct. "Okay, I know it."

When Lucy arrived home, she found the nanny waiting in the living room with Seven. As soon as the little boy saw her, he broke free from the nanny's grasp and toddled toward her on unsteady legs.

Lucy immediately crouched down, scooping him securely into her arms. She kissed his soft, chubby cheek, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"Next time Mommy goes out, promise me you won't cry, okay? Mommy only goes out for work. Once I'm done, I'll come back right away to be with Seven."

Seven blinked his large, round eyes at her for a long moment before replying in a sweet, milky voice, "Okay!"

Lucy placed him on the living room sofa and rubbed his little head. "You play by yourself for a bit. Mommy is going upstairs to take a shower, and I'll be down to keep you company very soon."

Seven immediately grinned, pointing his small finger at a picture book on the coffee table. "Bo... book!"

"Okay. As soon as Mommy finishes her shower, I'll read to you."

Lucy smiled and agreed, then turned and walked quickly upstairs.

Meanwhile, Kingsley had just returned to his residence when his phone rang. Seeing Shane's name on the caller ID, he swiped to answer.

"Mr. Sherwood, Miss Mason has been in a car accident. She couldn't get through to you, so she called me instead," Shane's voice came clearly through the receiver.

Kingsley was leaning back on the sofa with his legs crossed. His tone remained flat as he asked in a low voice, "Is she seriously injured?"

"Just some scrapes and a mild concussion," Shane replied truthfully.

Kingsley's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. "What does she want by calling? By the time I got there, her wounds would probably be healed."

Before he could finish, Kingsley hung up.

Shane clutched his phone, mind racing on how to reply to Joyce without offending her or annoying Kingsley further.

Just then, he sent Kingsley another message: [Work has piled up at Sherwood Group and Cosmoscope Group. Your return is urgently needed.]

Kingsley glanced at the message and replied directly: [Book a flight for tomorrow.]

He put down the phone and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Just as he stood there, his phone vibrated again. It was a video sent by Peter.

He opened it, and after watching only a few seconds, the look in his eyes darkened, becoming unreadable.