Boss, Your Wife Signed the Divorce Agreement Before the Wedding novel Chapter 678

The words were sharp.

Especially the mention of Lydia.

Quentin's brow furrowed tightly. "Julian, do you always have to speak to your father this way?"

Julian had always been rebellious and untamed. He had absolutely no intention of bowing to the man whose actions had led his mother and sister to such tragic ends.

He would never soften his stance.

Evelyn knew the deep-seated knots between them.

"Enough!"

She commanded, "Whether it's true or not, it's a glimmer of hope. We just need to verify it."

She just needed to figure out a way to approach Raelynn without startling her.

She didn't want to make the girl uncomfortable.

After all, Raelynn still had her grandfather.

Turning to Julian with uncontainable joy, Evelyn asked, "You've known Raelynn for a while now, haven't you? You two have a decent relationship. Why don't you try to gently prepare her for the possibility?"

Julian stiffened instantly.

A wave of deep discomfort washed over him.

"...We aren't that close."

Saying those words felt like a physical blow. His head throbbed.

The memory of every terrible thing he had done to Raelynn hit him like a barrage of poisoned daggers, draining the color from his face.

On top of that.

He suddenly thought of Raelynn and Sebastian.

He had personally witnessed Sebastian ruthlessly betray her, and worse, he had once supported it.

And now...

Julian felt as if his throat had been slashed. He couldn't make a sound.

Evelyn didn't press him on his sudden change in demeanor, because a maid walked in carrying an elegant envelope. "This invitation arrived from the Hudson family. They're hosting a delayed first birthday gala for their child and requested our presence."

At those words.

When wealthy families hosted events, there were too many layers to consider.

You couldn't just burn bridges over personal friction.

Ian understood her stance perfectly.

She was far more magnanimous than he had anticipated.

He gave a slight nod.

Glancing up at the darkening sky.

Raelynn was wearing a cozy knit sweater, her hair pulled back into a messy low ponytail. She looked warm and approachable.

He didn't actually have any other business to attend to.

He had just wanted to see her and get her thoughts.

So...

"Was there anything else?" Raelynn asked, blinking at him.

Ian studied her clear, flawless face for a moment. His gaze was entirely serene when he asked, "Raelynn, aren't you going to invite me up?"