Chapter 149


    Chapter 149 I Was Wrong


    After tidying up her office, Lysander hailed a cab and headed to the cemetery.


    At the entrance, she purchased a bouquet of white chrysanthemums and ced it in front of Elisa’s


    mbstone.


    The tombstone bore a photo of Elisa, a picture of her in her kindly old age. It seemed to hark back to


    the time when Lysander had just married Josiah. Elisa had a teasing smile on her face, expressing her


    wish for them to give her a great–grandchild soon.


    “Grandma Elisa, I’vee to see you.” Lysander gave Elisa’s tombstone a deep bow.


    “It seems your dream of having a great–grandchild is no longer possible,” she said with a bitter smile.


    “However, I will visit you often in the future. If there’s anything you need on the other side, you can let


    me know through my dreams. Apart from having a great–grandchild, if there’s anything else within my


    power, I will find a way to do it for you.”


    On the way home, her phone was insistently ringing.


    Lysander casually ended the call.


    When it rang again, she immediately turned off the phone.


    As soon as she arrived home, she saw Daphne anxiously standing at the door. “Daphne?”


    Daphne immediately rushed over. “What’s going on with you? Where have you been? You had me


    worried sick.”


    Lysander looked perplexed. “What’s going on?”


    “I thought you were losing hope and…” Daphne shook her head. “I’m d you’re okay.”


    Still somewhat bewildered, Lysander entered the house and opened the door. It wasn’t until she went


    to the study to boil some water that she finally understood what was going on.


    “Josiah had been frantically searching for you everywhere, unable to reach you. He just left,” informed


    Daphne.


    Lysander showed no particr reaction. “What brings him to me?”


    Daphne smacked her lips. “He didn’t say.”


    Lysander remained silent.


    “Lysander, that mistress… She’s really carrying a dark–skinned child in her womb, isn’t she?”


    Lysander nced at her. “Did you see the video?”


    Daphne vented, “I couldn’t have avoided it even if I wanted to. She is really something, always making


    a grand spectacle of herself. Wasn’t she just recently seen attending numerous banquets with Josiah,


    proiming herself as Mrs. Guerra everywhere she went? Oh right, you know about the Fuller family


    from East Harborbrook, don’t you? Their grandson just had his first month celebration, and she went


    there with Josiah as well. I heard it ended up quite unpleasantly, with a big quarrel erupting during the


    celebration. Old


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    Chapter 149 | Was Wrong


    Mr. Fuller was furious, considering he had invited almost all the celebrities from Harborbrook to the


    party. By now, probably the whole of Harborbrook knows that Josiah ended up with a shrew. Now, it’s


    not just that they know he’s with a shrew, but they also know he’s being cuckolded.”


    Lysander recalled the weing party and the quarrel.


    It was that time when Josiah got drunk.


    Daphne went on, “After years of anticipation, Old Mr. Fuller finally weed a grandson whom he


    cherished. immensely. However, the celebration of the baby’s first month was spoiled by that


    homewrecker. Rumor has it that he was furious afterward. Even Josiah personally came to apologize.”


    “He did?”


    “Yes, but what’s done is done. Out of respect for the longstanding friendship between the two families,


    Old Mr. Fuller didn’t voice his frustrations openly. However, everyone in our circle knew that he had


    already warned his son and daughter–inw to limit their interactions with the Guerra family. He said


    that Lysanne was a troublemaker who would eventually lead to Josiah’s downfall.”


    The kettle was whistling, indicating the water hade to a boil.


    Lysander brewed a cup of coffee for each of them, handing one to Daphne. “We’ve spoken quite a bit.


    Have some coffee to soothe your throat.”


    Daphne took it, but it was unbearably hot. She immediately ced it on the table. “I’ll leave it here for a


    while. It’s too hot.“”


    Lysander nodded.


    Daphne’s phone rang again.


    She nced over, then directly asked Lysander, “It’s Josiah. What should I say?”


    After some thought, Lysander suggested, “Let’s go out for dinner. It’s my treat. What would you like to


    eat?”


    Daphne pursed her lips. “All right, I get what you mean.”


    She picked up the phone, and from Josiah’s end, there was the sound of the wind howling. His voice


    carried a


    news on your end?”


    hint of panting, clearly indicating his urgency. “Ms. Everhart, have you received, “ling. His voice carried


    a


    “Ah, um, Mr. Guerra, Lysander is fine…”


    “Has she gone home?”


    “She dide back, but… well, you know what she means. She doesn’t really want to see you again in


    the future. If you have anything to say, just say it here. I’ll turn on the speaker. She’ll be able to hear.”


    Daphne pressed the speakerphone button.


    On the other end of the phone, there was the howling of strong winds, apanied by his deep,


    steady breathing.


    One could still faintly hear the cries of the seagulls.


    It would seem Josiah had gone to the seaside.