Chapter 150

“Lysander, are you available now? Can you swing by? There’s something important I need to discuss with you.” The voice on the other end of the phone, Zephyr’s, held a touch of excitement.

“What is it, spit it out,” Lysander said.

“I can’t just tell you over the phone, you need to come home.” Zephyr hesitated, “Charlotte is back in the country, she’s at our place right now. How can we talk if you’re not here?”

Charlotte?

Charlotte Ravensong?

The heiress of the Ravensong group, the girl that Lysander’s grandparents had arranged for him to marry when they were kids?

Over the years, Charlotte had been developing her career abroad, and they hadn’t seen each other much.

He thought that no one would bring up this issue again, but it turned out that his grandfather still remembered it.

Lysander felt a headache coming on. He rubbed his forehead and said, “Grandpa, she can talk to you guys. I’m really busy right now.”

After saying that, he hung up. He threw his phone to the side and turned to look at Thalassa, “What were you trying to say earlier?”

Thalassa had indeed been about to say something.

She was going to say that she had to drop out of school when she was pregnant because her belly was so big that she might miscarry She couldn’t live and study like a normal person then, she had to rest in bed for a long time.

To keep the four kids, she had to quit school and focus on delivering them until they were born.

Those four kids were his. He was their father.

Thalassa opened her mouth to speak, “Actually, I…

Just as she was about to speak, Lysander’s phone, which he had thrown aside, started to ring loudly again, interrupting Thalassa.

Lysander didn’t pick up the call, his deep gaze still fixed on her “I, that year,” Thalassa tried to continue, but the phone kept ringing relentlessly, as if it wouldn’t stop until it was answered.

She was about to share something serious, and couldn’t be disturbed.

Thalassa stopped and pointed to the phone. “You should answer that first, I’ll continue later.”

Lysander’s gaze shifted to the phone. He picked it up, swiped to answer, his eyebrows furrowed in obvious displeasure. In a cold tone, he asked, “Grandpa, what is it now?”

“Lysander, you have to come back. Your grandma isn’t feeling well, and she really wants to see you.”

Zephyr said urgently and firmly.

“Take her to the hospital, I’m not a doctor” Lysander replied.

He knew this must be another trick by his grandparents to lure him back home to see Charlotte.

“Your grandma got sick because she misses you too much, so you should rush back.” Zephyr’s serious voice conveyed a sense of authority.

In his younger years, Zephyr was a soldier, and he spoke with a certain forcefulness.

Lysander had been hearing this line for five years now so it was like a broken record, “If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.”

“Wait!” Zephyr immediately stopped him from hanging up, his tone softened, almost pleading, “Your grandma is getting on in years and really wants to see you settle down and start a family. You’re already thirty and still don’t have a girlfriend. Charlotte just came back. You two could consider getting married.”

*Kids are such a pain, noisy and troublesome. I don’t like them. If you guys really want one, you can adopt one from the orphanage, I won’t object! Over the years, Lysander had constantly been pushed by his grandparents to get married and have kids.

Lysander was at his wits end with their nagging. Initially, he tried explaining to them that marriage was a big deal, not to be rushed into, and that it should only happen when you meet the right person, someone you have feelings for and can get along with.

But they didn’t listen. Instead, they introduced him to countless eligible women, Faye being one of them.

At first, he didn’t agree to have Faye as his personal secretary, but Zephyr had forced her on him.

He let it slide, and what happened?

Faye, unable to have him, had become unhinged.