Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 130

As she started speaking, she suddenly stopped, deciding to pull someone away to play instead.

...

Montgomery Manor.

In the grand hall, after Felicity hung up the phone, she sat motionless on the couch, her eyes vacant. Her pale complexion appeared sickly, almost ghostly white.

She sat there for a while, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and then tears began to fall silently, large and heavy.

Silent sobs shook her body.

Conrad, returning after a brief phone call, saw her quietly weeping and felt a pang of concern. He hurried over, gathering her gently into his arms, soothing her with soft pats.

"What's wrong, darling? Who upset you?"

Felicity shook her head, blinking away tears that made her eyes glisten like a fawn lost in the woods.

She murmured, "Why is Mila being distant with me? Did I do something wrong again?"

the tears wouldn't stop. She didn't even realize she was crying; she only felt the wetness and sting on her

nothing wrong. Everything you do is

could only offer reassurances to the

tears, her face a mask of

why doesn't she

manage to call Mila when I wasn't

probably just busy. I'll talk to

and subsided just as fast. After crying for

her curl up under the covers, her sleep restless. His heart ached,

was all that rebellious son's

closed the bedroom door, stepping into the hallway

a moment to

a string of reprimands before getting to

do it, but sort out your mess and bring your wife back

barrage, was momentarily stunned. Hearing his father's request,

father rarely meddled in matters concerning his household. "What's happened?"

his voice heavy with concern. "Your mother's showing signs of relapse. Her moods are swinging wildly, and she's