You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 180-let go for now

Laurent stubbornly believed that all of this was his fault.

She was determined to draw a clear line between them. His so-called love for her was, in her eyes, utter nonsense. No matter how much love, no matter how many sweet words he offered, none of it could compare to having the people she cared about alive and well.

She couldn’t bear the weight of his love.

Previously, Laurent had always felt that something was off between her and Dave. After this incident, she finally saw it clearly—there was a ruthless and cold-blooded Clark standing between them.

The grief and resolve in her eyes made Dave feel a dull ache deep in his heart. After what had happened, how could he not be hurting? His daughter was his everything, too.

Yet, at this moment, he felt that no matter how many words he spoke, none of them would matter. He simply couldn’t chase away the shadows haunting her heart.

In the end, Dave didn’t say a word. He turned and left, his heart heavy with sorrow.

He admitted it was all his fault. He deserved all of it.

All the anger, the resentment, the pain, the reluctant sorrow—he deserved it all.

Tiffany and Cassy, who had been waiting outside, saw him come out in that state and immediately understood what had happened.

The group returned to the hospital room, where Laurent sat quietly by her father’s bedside.

Tiffany turned to Laurent and said,

"The doctor said your dad needs to stay in the hospital for two days. I’ve booked a hotel room for you. You just got back from a business trip — you must be exhausted. Go back and get some rest, we’ll take care of things here."

Laurent stood up, glanced at Tiffany, and gave a faint smile.

"That’s not necessary, Tiffany. This is our family’s matter. How could we let you pay for our hotel?"

Cassy chimed in from the side.

"Exactly, we appreciate your kindness, but we can book the hotel ourselves."

Tiffany shook her head, looking deeply saddened.

"Laurent, we all know why this happened. Please, let me do something for you. Otherwise, I won’t feel at ease."

Just outside, Daniel had briefly explained the whole situation to them. Tiffany knew that all of this was the result of her son’s unresolved past relationship. That’s why she was so determined to help Laurent and her family — if she didn’t, how could she possibly find peace of mind?

Fortunately, nothing serious happened today. If the child had really been taken away, or if Laurent’s father had been seriously injured, Tiffany and Burg Eltz would likely have carried that guilt in their hearts for a lifetime.

Daniel had remained silent the entire time. At this moment, he, like Dave, had no right to say a word. Because if anyone was truly at fault, it was him — by far the most ridiculous mistake of all.

Seeing the sadness on Tiffany’s face, Laurent eventually didn’t refuse her help.

She knew that if she really rejected Tiffany’s offer, with Tiffany’s soft and kind nature, this incident would surely torment her to the point of sleepless nights and lost appetite.

There were already too many people suffering — why add Tiffany to that list?

So, in the end, Laurent went to the hotel Tiffany had booked to rest. Cassy stayed behind to take care of Alex, and Emma Washington insisted on staying with her grandmother to keep her grandfather company.

Tiffany and Daniel also left the hospital — or more precisely, Daniel followed Tiffany out of the hospital.

Tiffany ignored Daniel the entire way. It was Daniel who caught up with her and stopped her.

"Let me take you home."

Tiffany refused immediately.

"No, I’ll just get a cab."

Daniel looked a little helpless. Ever since she’d asked for a divorce and he refused, she had moved out. The two of them had been living separately ever since, and according to her, they would remain this way until the court officially granted their divorce.

He had never known she could be this stubborn.

At their age, nearing sixty, being together was no longer about physical needs like when they were young. What mattered more was companionship — having someone to wake up next to every morning and fall asleep beside every night. That alone was enough.

And he wanted that person to be her, not any other woman.

It was only after the long baptism of time that he finally understood — in this world, she was his most precious treasure.

"Tiffany, you know what happened today. Looking back, my stopping Dave from being with Clark wasn’t such a bad thing for him—"

Daniel tried his best to speak well of himself, but before he could finish, Tiffany cut him off. She looked at him and gave a faint smile.

"So, what, I should thank you? Thank you for keeping my son away from such a vicious woman?"

Her words were polite and gentle, but the mockery in her eyes made Daniel’s heart grow cold. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"Daniel, it seems you’ve never really understood where you went wrong. Dave’s wedding five years ago was just the fuse. Do you think I could just pretend everything else you did never happened?"

Tiffany had long since lost the patience to argue with Daniel. Just then, a taxi approached, and she raised her hand to hail it.

Before getting in, she turned back to Daniel, her eyes filled with pure contempt.

"Daniel, Dave really is your good son. The two of you are exactly the same when it comes to relationships — indecisive, half-hearted, always wavering."

She didn’t say another word. Turning around, she got into the taxi and left.

Those few words—surely, they were enough for him to hear.

Daniel stood there, his face pale, watching as she left.

Indecisive. Half-hearted.

Heh. What a fitting choice of words.

She didn’t need to say much. Just those four syllables were enough to shatter him.

Yes, he had been indecisive before. He had once wavered between her and Bert’s mother.

And that mistake... was the root cause of everything that had happened today.

If he hadn’t given Bert’s mother and son false hope back then, they wouldn’t have clung to him so desperately. Bert wouldn’t have become so obsessed with taking everything Dave had—Washington Enterprises, the women in his life, everything.

If not for that, Dave wouldn’t have separated from Clark.

If not for that, Dave wouldn’t have ended up with Laurent.

If not for that, innocent Emma Washington wouldn’t have been dragged into this.

And today’s insanity—Clark’s twisted revenge on a child barely over three years old—never would have happened.

So, in the end, this was all his fault.

Daniel stood at the hospital entrance, his head spinning, as if the whole world was tilting under his feet.

Meanwhile, after leaving the hospital, Dave drove straight to the Morrison residence.

Morrison had already heard about everything that had happened that day. Seeing his friend looking so utterly dejected, he sighed and advised him,

"Listen to me—let go for now. If you still want a future with Laurent."

Dave’s bloodshot eyes glared at him, but Morrison continued,

"You have to admit, this whole ordeal has left a deep scar on her. She won’t be able to move past it anytime soon."

"Right now, every time she sees you, she’ll be reminded of that deranged lunatic, Clark. If you keep appearing in front of her at a time like this, you’ll only make her resent you more."

They say people caught in a situation often fail to see the full picture, while outsiders have a clearer perspective. So Morrison, calm and rational, analyzed Dave’s current predicament for him.

"Everyone has their limits. Laurent may usually seem gentle and easygoing, but this time, it involved Emma. This has completely crossed her bottom line."

After listening to Morrison’s analysis, Dave remained silent, leaning back on the couch with his eyes closed.

After a long while, he stood up and headed toward the stairs.

Morrison, startled, quickly rushed over to block his way.

"W-What are you doing?"

Dave frowned at Morrison’s unusually nervous reaction.

"I’m going to get some sleep. Is that a problem?"

At this moment, Dave was both physically and mentally drained. He just wanted to find a place to rest, and Morrison’s house was the only place he could go.

He had stayed over at Morrison’s place a few times before, but Morrison had never been this on edge about it.

Dave cast another scrutinizing glance at Morrison.

"Don’t tell me you have a woman in your house?"