The Untouchable Ex-Wife



Francine shook off Alexander's hand grumpily, her gesture immature and childish. She kept on arguing with Timothy.

"Dad, I'm sad too! We're separated from our grandkids, and we find it hard too. But what can we do? Young people nowadays care a lot about their freedom. What's important is how comfortable they feel. I don't find anything wrong with that. If all they feel when they're together is pain, they should be apart. We should also learn to be open -minded and accept it. Don't you think so?"

For a long time, Timothy stared at Francine quietly. It was unknown if he was angry at her, or convinced by her words. After a long pause, he looked at Francine before glancing at Alexander.

Sneering, he said, "You're advocating freedom now, yes, but you weren't so nice to talk to in the past. If I acted like you back then and let Alexander follow his heart and do what he finds comfortable, he might have long broken up with you. You know that very well. The woman he loved the most back then was...

"Dad!" Alexander broke out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly interrupted his father with a sharp voice. 'Stop mentioning unnecessary things. Let bygones be bygones. Stef's marriage is a mess now. Do you want to see me break up with Francine, too?"

Finally, Timothy stopped talking. That topic was a sensitive one for both Alexander and Francine-in fact, it was a prohibited topic in the Hunt family. Aside from the three of them, it must be kept a secret from the others, especially from Stefan.

If he learned about that, he would lose his mind.

Francine stopped talking as well. Silence washed over her as she stood up gloomily. "I'm full. Enjoy your meal."

The incident Timothy had brought up was forever a sore spot for her. After so many years, she still found it hard to let it go, even though Alexander always let her have her way and dote on her. Whenever she recalled that affair, it would break her heart. It was an excruciating pain.

However, she stopped after walking some distance and laughed at herself.

"Dad, I don't care if you believe it or not. If we could go back to that time, I hope your son could follow his heart instead of choosing the second best. Maybe... Maybe then, those two kids might not have such a hard time!"

"Francine, it's all in the past. Stop being so stubborn..." Alexander began.

He felt like dying. Immediately, he stood up and glared at Timothy.

"Mm, this chicken is good," Timothy said quickly, having noticed that he had mentioned something that ruined the family harmony. He started turning his focus back on eating.

At that time, the servants standing at the door saw Stefan walk in with a woman in his arms. Rather agitated, they greeted him nonetheless.

"Master-Master Hunt, welcome home."

"Stef?" Francine wanted to go upstairs, but she immediately turned around when she heard the servants.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.