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.

that whether within the Fontaines or the Montgomery family, her mother-in-law had been well-protected. Her eyes remained clear and innocent, as if untouched

gaze, any frustration

said, "Mom, please don't do this again. We all

then insisted on giving Mila

health, didn't need them,

mild complaints about how Mila and Lysander hadn't visited her recently, mentioning how only her grandson would drop by

attentively, occasionally

merely as a resource to support her brother, showing her no affection. Even after she got into Northpoint

a loving and caring mother-a dream she had longed for

she too was enveloped in this

failing marriage, but perhaps fate always plays favorites. Happiness in her hands seemed to slip away like sand,

what was never hers

from Lysander was finalized, the Montgomery family would become part of her