Chapter 218
“The best way to make it up is for you to disappear completely and stop disturbing us p>
Lucy interrupted him, her gaze suddenly looking past his shoulder to the distance— Jules was carrying Seven, walking toward them.
Her tone instantly hardened, carrying the weight of an ultimatum:
“Kingsley, I don’t want to argue with you in front of Seven. Besides, you don’t deserve to let him know you exist p>
Jules hadn’t noticed Kingsley nearby at all—his mind was full of figuring out how to answer Seven’s bizarre questions. he felt he needed to brush up on his knowledge, or this little guy would leave him speechless sooner or later.
“Is what you said true p>
Seven, nestled in his arms, looked up and asked, his eyes full of curiosity.
Jules lowered his head and smiled, his tone gentle and certain. “Don’t worry, Uncle wouldn’t lie to you p>
Only when he saw Lucy did Seven’s eyes light up. He immediately opened his little arms, his soft voice drifting over: “Mom! I have a shell for you p>
As he spoke, he opened his small hand. Lying in his palm was a tiny, deep purple shell, glimmering in the sunlight.
Lucy walked over, took the shell from his hand, and gently nuzzled his cheek with her fingertips:
“Thank you, Seven. Mommy loves it p>
“Mr. Holt helped me find it p>
Seven smiled and wiggled, his small arms wrapping tightly around Jules’s neck as he snuggled affectionately into his chest.
This scene landed in Kingsley’s eyes, adding a deeper torture to his already reddened rims-he, the biological father, couldn’t even compare to Jules. At this moment, he stood frozen like a redundant joke.
Perhaps his gaze was too intense, for Seven suddenly looked over, then quickly hugged Jules’s arm tighter, whispering:
“Mr. Holt, that person keeps staring at me p>
The voice wasn’t loud, but it hit Kingsley’s heart like a heavy hammer.
This light sentence became the final straw that broke him.
He felt his chest tighten suffocatingly, like a mouthful of blood was blocked there,
unable to be swallowed. The color drained from his lips instantly.
The child was right in front of him, yet he didn’t dare say “I am your father.” In the child’s eyes, he was less than a stranger.
This regret almost crushed his heart.
Jules followed Seven’s gaze and glanced at Kingsley. His tone was calm but carried an unmistakable protective edge. “It’s okay. He fust hasn’t seen such a cute and d’smart baby like you before p>
Praised and happy, Seven giggled and reached out to Lucy. “Mama, hug p>
Lucy immediately took him into her arms, scratching his little chin lightly. “Did you have fun today p>
“Fun p>
Seven’s eyes sparkled as he counted on his little fingers. “I buried Mr. Holt’s legs in the sand, played in the sea, and we found pretty shells p>
He spoke with great enthusiasm, never once looking in Kingsley’s direction, as if the
man were just an insignificant grain of sand on the beach.
Watching the child so bright and lively, Kingsley felt a mix of sourness and bitterness -Lucy had indeed raised the child well.
But just as this realization surfaced, the stifling pressure in his chest suddenly surged. The blood that had been blocked there rushed straight
up his throat.
At that moment, Jules stepped forward, his voice remaining calm. “Let’s step aside and talk p>
The two walked to a sparsely populated corner of the beach. Just as Kingsley stopped, he vomited a mouthful of fresh blood onto the sand, staining the fine grains red.
Xavier, who was following behind, rushed forward in a panic, crying out, “Mr. Sherwood p>
But Kingsley only replied, “I’m fine p>