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?"

speaking, the floodgates opened, and the tears wouldn't stop. She didn't even realize she was crying; she

wrong. Everything you

comfort her, could only offer reassurances to the visibly distressed

a mask of emotional void, her voice laden with a

doesn't she want

call

just busy. I'll talk to her, don't worry..." Conrad continued

emotions flared up quickly and subsided just as fast. After crying for

carried her to the bedroom, watching her curl up under the covers, her sleep restless. His heart ached, torn between frustration and

all that rebellious son's

the bedroom door, stepping into the

a

a string of

you do it, but sort out your mess and bring

was momentarily

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

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