Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 107

The car glided into the serene lanes of Maplewood Estates, the gentle hum of its engine breaking the silence of the winter morning.

Mila parked by the entrance, the path lined with glowing fairy lights. From the trunk, she retrieved two crates of exotic fruits and made her way across the street to the neighboring villa.

She knocked on the door, a slight blush coloring her cheeks as she handed over the fruits.

"Howard, these are a small token of appreciation for the candles. Please, accept them."

Mila was the sort who cherished the kindness of others, whether grand or simple. She had a principle: repay goodness with goodness. It was a part of her nature, to the extent that she couldn't rest easy otherwise.

Conversely, if someone wronged her, she was equally steadfast in standing her ground.

It had started with an unknown neighbor gifting her a beautiful candle, lifting her spirits. To her, it was only fair to return the favor, ensuring a circle of goodwill.

Fortunately, Howard accepted the fruits with a warm smile, expressing his gratitude before graciously receiving the gift.

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home, Mila spent the next hour

into her pajamas and settled at her desk, absorbed in sketching her latest designs

her downtime; she'd nap when tiredness

call from Eugene. He mentioned that his surgery had gone well and he was ready to be discharged. He needed

else would come to pick

his family situation, Mila couldn't refuse. She roused her weary body and drove to

"Sis!"

his smile bright enough

She quickly ushered him into the

on the small bag he carried,

A whole week in

home now? The hospital food is awful. I can't

was reserved just

head in mock exasperation. She drove to the market, picking up fresh vegetables and fruits, but turned down Eugene's request for meat-it wasn't

headed back to