Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 41

The second-floor lounge of the hotel was quiet, save for the sudden, sharp sound of the door slamming shut.

"Smack!"

Mila hadn't even had the chance to utter a word before the shocking scene unfolded before her eyes. Roland, who had always seemed so gentle and amiable, had just delivered a forceful slap to Ryan's face as soon as they entered. The blow was so powerful that Ryan's handsome face immediately started to swell.

Mila stood frozen, taken aback by the swift and unexpected violence from the eldest Lockwood brother. He looked every bit the charming gentleman, yet his actions were anything but gentle, especially considering he was hitting his own brother. Despite herself, Mila couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the sight.

Still, she knew her place as an outsider and understood that Roland's actions were likely a form of discipline. After all, Ryan had done something incredibly foolish pushing someone down the stairs at a family gathering, right in front of everyone. This wasn't something that could be resolved with a mere slap.

She stood silently at the door, watching the scene unfold without a word.

...

are you doing, big brother?" Ryan screamed, his voice high-pitched and laced with humiliation as he clutched his burning, swollen

hand again, delivering another resounding

Roland continued, his voice sharp with reproach. "You went and pulled

cheeks now red and swollen, glared back furiously. "Mila is no guest! I didn't invite her. She came uninvited, and had the nerve to bully Giselle. She deserved what she got! And you hit me

tone. "That you would hit

laughed in disbelief at his brother's inability to grasp the situation. Scanning the room, his eyes landed on a solid baseball bat propped against the

but she reasoned he'd never truly harm his brother. Roland might be

bat in hand, Roland approached Ryan, who shrieked and darted around the room

is trying to kill you over an outsider?" Ryan yelled as he ran toward the door, desperation in

place, blocking his escape, her eyes fixed on Roland, who somehow maintained