Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 372

He stepped into the bedroom.

Adrian was sitting on the floor with his back to the door, surrounded by broken model pieces scattered across the carpet. Among them was the shredded remains of a lantern, once painted with little animals.

Lysander remembered.

Nathaniel’s young nephew had just started school a while back and had gotten along with Adrian rather well; he’d even given Adrian a lantern decorated with animals. Thinking back, it was probably Mila who painted it before giving it to Adrian as a gift.

Adrian had loved it at the time—he’d even found a special box to keep it safe.

But now, it lay torn to bits among the mess.

He must be truly upset.

Lysander didn’t rush to comfort the heartbroken child. Instead, he pulled over a chair and sat down, looking down at Adrian’s turned back with a calm, unreadable expression.

“Have you been crying?”

“I haven’t!” Adrian shot back instantly, though his voice trembled.

“Are you upset?”

“I’m not!”

“It’s alright to cry if you’re sad. This time, you can let it out.”

“I don’t want to cry.”

Adrian insisted stubbornly, but his resolve cracked as soft, choked sobs escaped him. After a long moment, he finally whispered, voice raw with hurt, “Dad, does Mom not like me anymore? Does she not want me?”

“...Of course not.”

“But she doesn’t comfort me anymore. She goes to other kids—instead of me, she goes to that Julian! I hate him!”

“But you’re her child,” Lysander replied quietly.

Adrian fell silent, staring down and pushing pieces of the shattered models around with his small hands. “But Julian called her ‘Mom’, and she didn’t correct him. She went to comfort him, to protect him. Dad, did Mom betray us?”

Lysander leaned back in his chair, his gaze settling on Adrian’s messy hair. His voice was measured, almost gentle. “And if she did betray us—what then?”

Adrian didn’t answer.

Lysander continued, “Adrian, do you remember what your great-grandfather and I taught you? What should you do if someone betrays you?”

Adrian’s voice was barely a whisper. “But she’s my mom...”

“What if she decides to leave and you never see her again?” Lysander’s tone remained soft, almost detached.

“I don’t want that!”

Adrian spun around suddenly, shouting. His eyes, so much like his father’s, were wide and red, filled with panic and a flicker of anger.

Lysander stood and crouched in front of him, gazing down as he gently ruffled Adrian’s hair. His voice dropped low. “Adrian, you’re still too small. There’s nothing you can do right now.”

“I’m not weak!” Adrian snapped, batting his father’s hand away. “I’m just—not old enough yet!”

Lysander let out a quiet laugh.

“But when I was your age, I could do a lot already. At the very least... I wouldn’t have let Mom get so upset.”

“Adrian.”

“Anger, shouting, lashing out, crying—when you have no strength behind them, they’re useless. They only show everyone how helpless you are.”