Will You Marry Me, My Ex-Wife? novel Chapter 1243

Luna's eyebrows screwed tightly together at Michael’s words from the other end of the phone.

Michael was in the villa right now, waiting for her so h e could apologize face-to-face?! Even though he said it was the old lady’s idea, somehow, she felt he was harboring not-so-innocent motives.

She pursed her lips and lowered her voice. "I’m busy now, I might be home late.”

"It's fine." On the other end of the phone, Michael took a deep breath. "I'll wait, till whatever time you come home. Granny said...if I don't apologize to you face-to-face today and record a video as proof, she would allow me back into the Lynch Mansion. So no matter what time you come home, I'll wait."

There was a hitch in her breathing. She did not continue speaking but instead ended the call immediately. Hearing Michael said he would wait for her the entire night made her feel like spending the night at Anne's place instead.

"Mommy, maybe you should go home." Beside her, Neil sighed quietly, then reached out and grabbed one of her fingers. "Since Great-Granny asked him to go then perhaps she wants to see him apologizing to you, and you forgiving him. She's so ill... Even if it's just to make her happy, maybe you should sacrifice a little."

Luna's chest warmed up. Neil was always like this. He had suffered the most when so many harbored deep-seated hatred for him, but he was so pure and kind to everyone.

Since Nigel said that, Luna could only take a deep breath, reached out, and ruffled his spiky, porcupine hair. "Alright, I’ll listen to you."

Neil’s hair was pulled off by Aura when she tortured him, even his scalp was injured, so the doctor shaved all of his hair off, so it would be easier to treat his wounds. After more than a month's worth of treatment, the little boy’s hair had already grown back, like little young shoots that just shot through the earth, making its way up obstinately. His hair was dark, slightly itchy, and prickly to the touch. But Luna always loved to pat his little head, feeling as if his new hair signified his rebirth.

Neil knew Mommy loved to pat his head, so he did not move and allowed Luna to pat her head however much she wanted. When she grew tired, he pulled her hand off and squeezed her hand softly. "Alright, Mommy, you should head home."

Only then did Luna bid goodbye to Theo and Neil, stood up, and left the hospital.

The night was getting darker.