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.”


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    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


    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.