NovelEnglishChapter 208 The car rolled smoothly into the old estate's heated garage.
As soon as Mila stepped out, her mother-in-law, who had been waiting outside, rushed to embrace her, her voice soft and welcoming.
"Mila." Hearing the familiar and affectionate call, Mila's eyes welled up with tears. This was the one person left in the family she truly cared about. She buried her face in her mother-in-law's neck and replied with a trembling voice.
"Mom." "Oh, sweetheart, I've made something delicious for you. Con in," Felicity Fontaine said with a broad smile, taking Mila's hand and leading her inside.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs they walked, Mila discreetly observed her mother-in-law's face out of the corner of her eye. She noticed that Felicity's complexion was rosier than the last tthey met, indicating that her health had improved, which eased Mila's worries somewhat.
The two entered the house together.
Lysander lingered behind for a moment, locking eyes with his father, whose expression was cold and stern.
"Cto the study," Conrad Montgomery commanded curtly before turning to head upstairs. Lysander cast a glance in Mila's direction but followed his father upstairs.
"What on earth have you been up to?" As soon as they entered the study, Conrad's restrained anger erupted. If it weren't for his usual composure and the fact that this was his otherwise exemplary son, he might have resorted to a more physical reprimand.
After letting his father vent, Lysander spoke calmly, "She's planning to leave the country." Conrad's anger stalled, his face turning slightly grim. "Leave the country? Where to? Which country?" "Verdelune." "Verdelune, is it." Conrad's expression softened slightly, but his tone remained severe. "That still doesn't excuse your reckless behavior. A car accident? Kidnapping? So many eyes are on you. Aren't you worried someone might report this to the authorities? How will you explain yourself then?" "I handled it carefully. There won't be any issues," Lysander replied with an unruffled demeanor.
Conrad was at a loss for where to direct his anger. He felt stifled, unable to voice his frustration. His son had been groomed to be a top-tier professional from a young age, excelling in every endeavor. He was ruthless yet cautious. Never before had he acted with such recklessness.
Still, considering the reason, Conrad understood. Unlike his son, he wasn't as ruthless, which is why the family patriarch had never been satisfied with him. When his grandson cof age and gained enough experience, the patriarch had tacitly allowed the grandson to push Conrad out of his position.
Conrad took a seat, covering his face with his hand, and sighed heavily. "Given the situation now, what's your plan?" Lysander spoke frankly, "As long as she doesn't leave the country, I'm willing to let her do as she pleases." Hearing this, Conrad's ire flared again.
"Why is she leaving in the first place? Isn't it because of the mess you created? I just can't fathom what you're thinking. You've tangled things up so badly. Do you even know how to untangle this web?" "I've said before, my personal affairs are none of your concern," Lysander replied icily.
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Their eyes locked, and suddenly Conrad understood the look in his son's eyes His fade darkened, and he hurled the teacup from the desk across the room. "You fool!" Tea splattered across Lysander's face, but he didn't flinch.
Wiping his face, he said, "Father, this is the last time. Please, stay out of my personal matters. Just focus on living your life with Mom." With that, he turned to leave.
Just as he was about to step out, his father's voice, now much calmer, sounded from behind him.
"Your uncle and his family are visiting tomorrow. Your cousin, who's now in college, and more troublesthan ever, will be here too. Make sure you keep an eye on him." Cousin? Lysander paused with his hand on the door, then nodded in acknowledgment before stepping out.
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