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.

betraying a mix of embarrassment and silent resentment. They had no appetite for admiring

her change clothes, offering a warm cloth to wipe her hands and face,

she

you been? It's so late! Will you stay with me tonight?" he pleaded, determined to keep his promise to his father to stay

from outside, don't get

had risen from the couch, her eyes harboring a deep, concealed chill. They had come all

red and glistening,

instructed, not wanting to argue with them in front of

let go. "I miss

let her slip away to his great-grandfather's house

managed to persuade him, promising that she would join him after the

...

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

patience. She stood up, extending her hand