Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 95

The café's second floor offered a perfect view of everything happening downstairs.

Mila watched the scene unfold below with a detached calm. She had learned that expecting nothing meant not getting hurt, so seeing this, she felt nothing and turned her gaze back to Conrad, who sat across from her with a blank expression.

She said nothing, merely observing him.

Conrad felt at a loss for words as well, and being stared at so intently only added to his discomfort.

He had come here hoping to have a constructive conversation with his daughter- in-law, but the situation had taken a turn he hadn't expected... That son of his!

"Mila," he began slowly, choosing his words with care.

"I really didn't want things to escalate like this."

"If you could help persuade Lysander, we might avoid going to court altogether. We could settle this privately."

"If you're unhappy with how the assets are divided, we can discuss it. I'm willing to make some concessions as long as we finalize the divorce before the new year."

"After the divorce, I won't make it public immediately. You can take your time explaining it to your mother-in-law, so she can come to terms with it gradually, minimizing the hurt."

thought of every

divorce papers from her bag, placed them on the table, and

silence. Was he really going to accept his son's divorce

He regretted coming here.

of his was sitting downstairs, having already sent the child over. What more was there

years, Mila had come to understand the Montgomery family

hard, she might just confront Felicity directly about the divorce, and that would truly stir things up for the Montgomery family. It could even

his

rainy night seven years ago, when she, pregnant, had knelt at the Montgomery family's doorstep, banging her head against the door until she had forced Felicity to bring Lysander back to

capable of confronting her mother-in-law if

and Lysander were in character, both possessing a determined

could be

a gentle facade, appearing mild and agreeable, yet capable of

it seemed that after seven years, the affection she had poured into Lysander had nearly

glanced at the smiling

son would have

but as his father, how could he