Chapter 842

Trystan had been waiting for a long time, but Bethany still hadn't replied. He knew she wasn't going to reply. Maybe after his last meeting with Mateo, Trystan thought that Mateo and Bethany had talked things over and that she'd decided to pull away from him and their son. He gripped his phone, frustration and confusion churning inside him. Was this it? Had Bethany really cast him and their son aside? "Daddy, can we call Ely now?" Asher, who had been waiting impatiently in his room, ran out and looked up at Trystan with hopeful eyes. Trystan hesitated before answering, "Your mom is busy. Ely's probably asleep already. We can't call her tonight." Asher's face fell, his expression darkening. "Ash, it's okay," Trystan said gently, trying to calm him. "Ely might go to preschool tomorrow. We'll see her then." "No!" Asher shouted, frustration bubbling over. "It's Mr. Evil! I know it's Mr. Evil!" He stormed over to the coffee table and knocked everything off in one angry sweep. "Mr. E