Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 30

She reluctantly put her phone away.

Before her mother-in-law could reach the car, Mila hurried over to greet her, taking the older woman's chilly hand and promptly guiding her into the warmth of the vehicle.

Mila's mother-in-law had always been frail and couldn't handle the cold at all.

"Mom, in this freezing weather, you should have just sent a car to pick me up. What if you catch a cold and fall ill? And you didn't even bring gloves," Mila chided gently.

Accepting the warm, plush gloves handed over by the bodyguard in the front seat, Mila carefully slipped them onto her mother-in-law's hands.

It was well-known that her mother-in-law's health had been delicate, especially since giving birth to Lysander's younger brother eighteen years ago. Her health had plummeted since then, and no amount of care seemed to fully restore it. These past years, even the slightest cold could not be tolerated.

Whenever she fell ill, the whole household was on edge, unable to find peace.

Before Mila could say much more, she looked up to see her mother-in-law smiling warmly at her. Although she was over fifty, her face bore no traces of age, emanating a gentle and serene light. Her expression occasionally carried a hint of fragile melancholy, yet her rosy, childlike features were deeply endearing.

mother-in-law had been well-protected. Her eyes remained clear and innocent, as if untouched by

her kind gaze, any frustration melted away, leaving

please don't do this again. We all worry

on giving Mila

and Mila, being in good health, didn't need them, but she

how Mila and Lysander hadn't visited her recently, mentioning how only her grandson would drop by from time to time. She even declared that once

attentively,

background had been less than ideal, with parents who treated her merely as a resource to support her brother, showing her no affection. Even after she got into Northpoint University, they contemplated selling her off for a dowry to help her brother buy a house. Had it not been for a benefactor, her life might have been a

having such a loving and caring mother-a dream she had longed for in her own childhood but could

Montgomery family, she too

she found in this chaotic and failing marriage, but perhaps fate always plays

was never hers would never

family would become part of her past, and she would no longer visit Montgomery