Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 125

As Mila turned around, she instinctively frowned at the sight of the newcomer.

Nathaniel Pembroke.

Like Ryan, he was one of Lysander's closest childhood friends and had quite a good relationship with Giselle. Naturally, he wasn't fond of her.

Although he didn't care for her, unlike Ryan, he hadn't physically harmed her. Yet, he never missed a chance to make her uncomfortable...

The last time she had to visit Lysander at his private club because of Miranda, Nathaniel was there too. After all, that club was one of his properties.

But what was he doing here at the hospital?

Nathaniel was equally surprised to see Mila at the hospital. His gaze fell on the bandage on her forehead that hadn't been removed yet, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

"Wow, you've really gone the extra mile for Lysander's attention this time. Self- harm?"

Mila blinked, baffled. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Nathaniel stepped closer, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't waste your time. Lysander has been spending all his days with Sis Giselle. Your little tricks won't work. What's not yours will never be yours."

Mila took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "So, why are you having a meltdown at me?"

Nathaniel was taken aback by her sharp retort, but she continued.

head checked while you're here? Conveniently, the neurology department is just a few steps away. Hurry up before you miss the chance and turn into a complete idiot.

Nathaniel's expression darkened.

beat, continued, "Oh, wait, do

and grabbed a passing nurse. "Hi, this gentleman seems a bit lost. Could you help him find his way to

"Mila!"

to retaliate, but she turned on

a young man with slightly curly hair ran up to Mila's side. Nathaniel paused

"Eugene?"

those two doing

flickered across his face, followed by a cryptic smile. "Seems

"Sir, would you like me

Nathaniel scowled, "No need!"

...

had been cooped up at his great- grandfather's house to recuperate, managed to

mansion, he still

never come back here

visit resulted in an injury and disgusting medicine. It was

the car seat and shouted at the driver, "Take me to Giselle's place. I need to

want to go

his great-grandfather's house, his mom hadn't called to check on him once. It was all her fault! She didn't care about him at all, and

was even more daunting. After considering his options, hiding