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?”

a moment’s thought, “If you find some spare time, it could be beneficial

already tackled the four great classical novels, but they didn’t seem to

I’ll have Mr. Owen send

“Thank you, Ms. Thorne!”

smug look. The tension between them was palpable, as if charged

“It’s not just my classmates waiting for me; I suspect the papers on my desk are as well. But if I’m serious about pursuing academics, I can’t keep shirking it. When I get back, I’ll

were quite to Lysander’s

asked your teammates to bring your

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. Lysander, we’ve fulfilled our duty by visiting; let’s not

agreed with

the hospital but knew that as long as he firmly refused, it might

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

higher your scores, the more doors will open for you. As long

eagerly, like a chick

who teaches senior classes, his literature instruction is top–notch.

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

coincidence this

spoke of Marcus, her voice carried

Mr. Marcus was incredibly patient in helping me solve numerous issues in the past. As long as

“Mr. Wren,” Joseph responded.

flicker of surprise crossed Lysander’s face, “Really? He was my homeroom teacher as

seems we truly share a strong connection,” Joseph exclaimed

only hindrance was his thinning hair, which seemed to keep him from pursuing her openly. But we, as students, could clearly

Yes, to the music been ecstatic lately, especially since she recently gave birth to twins. He hardly keeps quiet in

Joseph’s stories about Wren and the music teacher, the 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 wanted to ask