The Charming 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?”

“If you find some spare

asked, “What should I read, though? I’ve already tackled the four great classical novels, but they didn’t seem to help much. Could

need to think about it. I’ll have Mr.

“Thank you, Ms. Thorne!”

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

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 if I’m

were quite

to bring your backpack when we admitted you here. A single ward like this is

should not be postponed. I’ll arrange for someone to fetch your backpack from your school. Just tell me your class number and seat, and it’s done.

with a

arriving at the hospital but knew that as long as he firmly refused, it might not

need for that trouble,” he stated stiffly. “A classmate informed me that our language teacher has been in good spirits lately. After the night class, she and the dean plan to visit and bring my backpack. That’ll also give me a chance to ask her a few

the higher your scores, the more doors will open for you. As long as you’re willing to

nodded eagerly, like a

literature instruction is top–notch. Plus, he often stays behind to answer students‘

come today with the dean,”

coincidence

Lysander spoke of Marcus, her voice carried

As long as you’re eager to learn, he’ll teach you earnestly. By the way, who is your homeroom

“Mr. Wren,” Joseph responded.

“Really? He was my homeroom teacher as

Ms. Thome, it seems we truly

married now? I remember he had a crush on our music teacher back in school. His only hindrance was his

Yes, to the music been

smile on Lysanyler’s face. remained, reflecting her genuine happiness for her former mentors. Occasionally, she would describe the old appearance of the school that Joseph had never

else I