His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 591 The Tables Have Turned

Lysander offered no response to the previous conversation.

However, Josiah found an opening to share his thoughts, stating contemplatively. “The notions of ‘good people‘ and ‘bad people‘ are overly simplistic classifications, reminiscent of a child’s viewpoint. When you truly immerse yourself in the complexities of society, you’ll discover that individuals exhibit a myriad of traits. Life isn’t merely a matter of black and white distinctions.”

In tone of slight accusation, Joseph inquired, “Are you suggesting that Ms. Thorne possesses some bad traits?”

Josiah’s expression darkened as he quickly corrected him, “Do not twist my words.”

All I meant was that your understanding is somewhat naive.

However, Joseph countered, “But I agree with you. People are inherently complex. Given your stature and position, who knows what hidden layers you might possess?”

Josiah found himself speechless at this remark.

The conversation took a tense turn as Joseph added, “Even in the presence of Ms. Thorne, you hint at things about her. Though you’re here today to visit me while I’m ill, she remains my senior. We all hail from the same school, and I take no pleasure in hearing insinuations about one of our own.”

Josiah massaged his temples, his patience thinning. “Are you actually a basketball player or a member of the debate team?” Because you sure can ramble!

Joseph recoiled slightly, addressing Lysander directly, “Ms. Thorne, did I misspeak? Please don’t be I’m not very polished with my words and can be quite straightforward.”

Josiah could only muster a cold, sarcastic chuckle in response, “Ha!”

Observing the exchange, Lysander felt an eerie sense of déjà vu. It reminded her of the dynamics before their divorce, when similar conversations were common. However, back then she was married to Josiah, but now, post–divorce, their situations were distinctly different, both legally and morally.

With a keen observation, Lysander noted, “You have a knack for articulation; perhaps a career in law might suit you.”

Joseph pondered, “If I’m study law, isn’t a strong command of language essential? That’s crucial for understanding the lawbook. Ms. Thorne, language isn’t my strong suit. If you’re too busy to tutor me, maybe you could share some tips on improving my essay scores?”

you find some spare time, it could be beneficial to engage in

classical novels, but they didn’t seem

to think about it. I’ll have Mr.

“Thank you, Ms. Thorne!”

to voice his irritation, fixed a piercing stare on Joseph, who returried a smug look. The tension between them was palpable, as if charged with a subtle

injured, which arguably granted him a form of immunity, sighed deeply. “It’s not just my classmates waiting for me; I suspect the papers on my desk are as well. But

quite

asked your teammates to bring your backpack when we admitted you here. A single ward like

your backpack from your school. Just tell me your class number and seat, and

agreed with

mountainous pile of exercise books arriving at the hospital but knew that as long as

spirits lately. After the night class, she and the dean plan to visit and bring my backpack.

open for you. As long as you’re willing to put in the effort, your teachers will

nodded eagerly, like a chick pecking at the

senior classes, his literature instruction is top–notch.

him. He’s leading our class: In fact, he’s supposed to come today with the dean,” Joseph shared,

a coincidence this

her voice carried a

in helping me solve numerous issues in the past. As long as

“Mr. Wren,” Joseph responded.

Lysander’s face, “Really? He was my homeroom teacher as

it seems we truly share a strong connection,” Joseph exclaimed

hindrance was his thinning hair, which seemed to keep him from

music been ecstatic lately, especially since

Lysanyler’s face. remained, reflecting her genuine happiness for her former mentors. Occasionally,

there’s something else I wanted