Chapter 1417: Anger and Regret
"It’s Lazarus."
The heavy doors swung open with a soft creak, and Zhao Li Xin stepped in with quiet elegance, his black robes trailing like shadows behind him.
Leon followed close behind, his presence less graceful but just as commanding.
"Li Xin!" Lory shot up from her chair, her composure shattering in an instant. She rushed toward Zhao Li Xin and threw her arms around him. The dignified noblewoman vanished, replaced by a tender, radiant woman who had waited too long for her beloved.
"You’re back..." she whispered, clinging to him.
The tension that had gripped the room moments ago dissipated like morning mist. Faces softened unconsciously. The weight everyone carried eased, even if just a little.
Ethan, sitting stiffly with a document in hand, lowered his gaze and massaged his forehead, feigning focus.
"She’s out of your league," Lilly murmured, patting his shoulder with mock sympathy.
"Way out of it," Marsha let out a mocking chuckle as she mercilessly twisted the knife in her son’s wound.
"Really? Both of you?" Ethan groaned, wounded more by the betrayal than the truth. Desperate, he turned to Edmund—his last hope—for some form of support.
The ever composed Edmund simply lifted his teacup, he took a slow sip, then glanced at his son with a sigh. "Son," he said with the gravity of a man offering ancient wisdom, "You have a problem." His brow creased slightly as he expressed genuine concern for his son, who was strangely always attracted to a married woman.