Chapter 145
The news of Kingsley “falling ill” spread to Thurston as if it had wings.
Upon hearing it, Thurston felt only a sudden palpitation of fear, without a shred of joy. After pondering for a long time, Thurston finally sent a message to Jane: [Sister, Kingsley might be wanting to get back together with her p>
Almost instantly, Jane’s message popped up: [He has no chance. Just focus on your job and stop overthinking p>
Seeing this sentence, the heart hanging in Thurston’s throat finally settled, and his tense shoulders relaxed.
At the manor, Kingsley had declined all social engagements for the evening and sat in his study. He had just opened his computer to look at a file Shane sent when the phone on his desk vibrated. The screen lit up with a message from Joyce: [Kingsley, are you in Switzerland p>
Kingsley glanced at it but didn’t move a finger to reply. About ten minutes later, having received no response, Joyce called directly. The ringtone played several times before Kingsley picked up, casually putting it on speaker and setting the phone on the corner of the desk.
The next second, a delicate voice floated out: “Kingsley, are you busy p>
“I’m at a social function,” Kingsley’s tone was flat, devoid of emotion. “Is something wrong p>
Joyce seemed not to hear the detachment in his voice and asked, “I just wanted to ask, are you really in Switzerland p>
“Yes,” Kingsley answered briefly. “But I’m returning tomorrow. If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up p>
Joyce on the other end seemed to want to say something more, but after a pause, she swallowed it back, speaking softly. “Okay, then I won’t disturb you. Goodbye p>
Hanging up, Kingsley tapped open the design blueprint Xavier had just sent. A few minutes later, he typed a reply: [No need to send this to me. Sync directly with the General Manager Just send me a copy of the final approved version
The next day was Lucy’s day off. She specifically took Seven to the hospital for his vaccinations. After parking, the nanny carried Seven out
of the car, carefully ad even out
the
hood of his black down jacket. Lucy locked the car and was about to follow when her steps faltered abruptly-not far away, Kingsley was
walking with a group of people.
She thought for a split second, then doubled back to the car, quickly messaging the nanny: [You go in first, I’ll find you later p>
But the nanny didn’t look at her phone. Little Seven, held in her arms wearing a mask and hat, revealed only a pair of bright, watery eyes, calling out “Mama” in a milky voice.
The nanny looked back and cooed softly, “Mommy might be taking a call. Let’s go in and wait for her p>
In reality, the moment Lucy turned around, Kingsley had seen her. He also saw a middle-aged woman holding a child, but the child’s small face was resting on her shoulder, so he didn’t see it clearly. He gave a fevý instructions in fluent German to the people around him, then strode toward Lucy’s car.
Lucy was looking down, scrolling through work group messages, when a deep voice suddenly sounded beside her ear. “Are you feeling unwell p>
Hearing the familiar voice, she snapped her head up, her tone prickly. “Does coming
to a hospital mean I’m unwell? What about you? Are you sick? or are you here to get your brain checked p>
Kingsley stared at her, his tone calm. “The hospital can’t cure my illness p>
Lucy ignored him, her gaze returning to her phone, but her heart was drumming— she couldn’t leave now; she had to wait for him to leave first.