Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 111

As Mila watched the figures disappear into the Crimson Gardens and Giselle's retreating silhouette, her heart sank. Something felt off, but she couldn't quite place it. Nonetheless, she had no choice but to go in.

Just then, her phone rang. It was Adrian. After a moment's hesitation, she answered.

"Mom, why aren't you home? Oh, guess what! Uncle's here, and I brought him to the house. You should come back soon!"

His voice was filled with an eager need for approval.

Mila's heart ached, but she managed to respond, "I'll be home soon."

After hanging up, Adrian turned to find Hugo and Charlotte standing awkwardly in the living room. Two trails of muddy footprints marred the pristine marble floor, with partially melted snow clinging to the soles. He frowned.

"Harper, the floor's dirty," he remarked, his innocent eyes wide.

Harper quickly ushered them to the side to change into disposable house slippers and called for someone to clean up the mess. She was well aware of the household rules: Mila's relatives were generally unwelcome, and her husband had made it clear they weren't to be let in. The only reason they were inside now was because young Adrian had brought them, leaving no room to refuse.

and silent resentment. They had no appetite for admiring the grand decor, their minds stewing with indignation. They silently vowed to deal with these haughty servants once Mila and her husband

her hands and face, and serving a bowl of nourishing

with envy. Before she

been? It's so late! Will you stay with me tonight?" he pleaded, determined

from outside, don't get too close," Mila

gaze toward the young couple who had risen from the couch, her eyes harboring a deep, concealed chill. They had

eyes were red and glistening, a sight that had once deceived her into

not wanting to argue with them in front of her

refusing to let go. "I

let her

him, promising that she would join him after the discussion. Only then did Adrian reluctantly

...

Hugo and Charlotte to the guest room. She didn't offer them tea or conversation, simply poured herself a cup of herbal tea

patience. She stood up, extending