You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 270- too heartbreaking

Faced with Bert’s provocation and aggressive stance, Dave remained calm and unhurried.

"This doesn’t seem quite fair. If you insist on getting Washington Co., shouldn’t half of it belong to me? After all, I’m also Dad’s child, and part of it should go to Lilian as well, since she’s Dad’s daughter. Or maybe we should hire a lawyer and properly divide it according to inheritance law."

Dave’s words caught Bert off guard, causing him to become somewhat irritated.

"Dave, do you really think you still have the right to bargain with me?" Bert threatened.

Dave instantly understood the threat behind Bert’s words. He hadn’t forgotten that his mother and daughter were still in Bert’s hands.

"Okay, I don’t have the right to bargain with you. But right now, I’d like to hear the voices of my mother and my daughter. I need to make sure they’re both safe before I even consider agreeing to your conditions."

On the other end, Bert chuckled.

"Sure, don’t worry. We’re getting along just fine here!"

He then put the phone on speaker and first called Tiffany.

Tiffany’s calm voice came through the line.

"Dave, Emma and I are fine. Don’t worry."

Her tone showed no trace of fear or panic from being kidnapped, but instead, it was as calm as ever, displaying the poise expected of a lady of her stature.

Dave had always known his mother’s character. He knew she was never disturbed by praise or criticism. However, he wasn’t sure if she was truly fine or if she was just pretending to be calm at that moment.

It seemed that Tiffany knew what he was thinking. She gently reassured him.

"After all, we have Burg Eltz blood running through our veins. He won’t harm us."

Tiffany placed a compliment on Bert, subtly holding him in check and influencing his attitude toward them. Enraged, Bert snatched the phone away and then raised his hand to call the young girl over, signaling her to speak.

The young girl innocently spoke into the phone.

"Daddy, Uncle invited me and Tiffany to visit. When are you coming to pick us up?"

After Bert’s men brought Tiffany and Emma Washington here, Tiffany immediately negotiated with Bert. At that time, Emma Washington was still asleep.

Bert’s men had acted early in the morning. Tiffany had just gotten up to prepare breakfast. When she heard someone knocking at the door, she went to open it, only to have them silently break in.

She calmly told them she would go with them, but asked that they not wake the little girl.

They agreed, and she packed her things and carried the sleeping Lilian in her arms all the way here.

This place appeared to be a villa, likely purchased by Bert.

Tiffany settled her granddaughter on the couch, letting her continue sleeping. Then, calmly, she spoke to Bert.

"I won’t run, won’t scream, won’t call the police or try to escape. All the adults here can be at your mercy, but I have one request: don’t let the little girl realize she’s been kidnapped. She’s too young, and it will leave her with a psychological scar for life."

Since learning that Bert had returned, Tiffany had been prepared for anything, knowing that any unexpected event could happen at any moment. However, she hadn’t expected her granddaughter, Emma Washington, to be involved as well.

Adults, no matter what happens, have matured minds and can self-regulate. But children can’t. If they are treated roughly or threatened, it could leave a lifelong psychological trauma. The little girl is so innocent, pure, and smart—how could Tiffany not want to protect her?

Moreover, not long ago, the little girl had nearly been taken because of Clark. If she suffered another psychological blow, Tiffany truly feared it would affect her mental well-being.

When Bert heard Tiffany’s words, his gaze fell on the little girl sleeping nearby. She lay there quietly, covered with Tiffany’s jacket. Her face was tender and fair, with long eyelashes resting gently on her eyelids—a beautiful and adorable little girl.

For some inexplicable reason, a twinge of compassion stirred in his heart. He agreed to Tiffany’s request.

"Okay."

Tiffany was deeply grateful to him.

"Thank you."

So, when the little girl woke up, Bert didn’t have anyone tie them up or confine them. Instead, he allowed them to freely and joyfully play.

Tiffany introduced Bert to the little girl, explaining that he was her uncle, her father’s older brother, and had invited them here as guests. She told her that her father would come to pick them up when the time came.

This was the first time Tiffany publicly acknowledged Bert’s identity. In truth, she had never tried to deny it. He carried Daniel’s blood and the blood of the Burg Eltz family—something she couldn’t erase, even if she wanted to.

When Tiffany referred to him as Dave’s brother, Bert was momentarily stunned. But before he could process his emotions too much, the little girl, who had been sitting on the couch, ran over and leaned against his leg. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The little girl seemed quite happy, looking up at him with bright eyes and cheerfully calling out to him.

"Hello,!"

Her eyes were pure and clear, with no guard up against anyone. She chatted with him like they were already familiar.

" this is the first time I’ve seen you. You’re so handsome."

Bert felt helpless—how could a child be this tormenting? She was so cute and innocent, with a mouth as sweet as honey, making it impossible for him to be stern with her.

He had originally planned to keep a serious face with her, but her smiling expression made it impossible. He didn’t want to engage with her, so he stood up to leave.

But like a little shadow, she followed him around, constantly talking.

" why didn’t you ever come to see me before?"

Bert was speechless. Why would he come to see her? Why was she getting so sentimental?

What he didn’t know was that children didn’t understand the complicated matters between adults. She simply saw him as her uncle, her father’s older brother, and felt that he was family. And since he was family, why had he never come to see her before?

She knew many of her parents’ relatives and friends, but this "uncle" was the only one she didn’t know. So, she curiously kept asking about him.

Bert ignored her and didn’t answer, instead walking off to pour himself a drink. And that’s when the following exchange happened:

" what do you do for work?"

" didn’t you used to live here? Otherwise, we would’ve met before."

" are you married? Do you have any kids who can play with me?"

"will you play a game with me?"

Bert felt his head about to explode from her constant questioning. He couldn’t understand how this little girl could talk so much! She was so comfortable with him, even though this was their first meeting. How was it that she was talking to him so familiarly?

Dave’s personality was definitely nothing like this, was it? Could she have taken after Laurent?

But Bert remembered that Laurent, as far as he knew, wasn’t a talker either.

So who did this little chatterbox take after?

Bert didn’t know, but the truth was that Laurent, when he was young, had been just like this little girl. She was practically a miniature version of Laurent.

Of course, people grow up and their personalities change. Laurent had matured, and now he wasn’t so talkative anymore.

When Bert continued to ignore her, the little girl became very disappointed. She stopped chasing after him and instead leaned against the wall, becoming more and more upset. Eventually, she burst into tears.

The little girl had her pride too.

She had always been loved by everyone as she grew up, but now she encountered Bert, who was completely indifferent to her. She couldn’t understand why. She wondered if she had done something wrong and made Bert dislike her.

For the first time in her life, she felt disliked by someone. That feeling shattered her optimistic outlook, and she began crying.

The sound of her heartbreaking sobs startled Bert. He had just poured himself a glass of water and immediately turned around when he heard her cry. He saw her face covered in tears, with each teardrop falling like small beads. It was the first time he understood that the expression "tears as big as beans" was, in fact, very real.

"You—"

Bert was truly helpless. He didn’t have children, didn’t like children, and had no experience with them, so he was completely unprepared to deal with a little girl crying so sorrowfully.

He thought about walking away and ignoring her, but her expression was just... too heartbreaking.