Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 133

Montgomery Manor, master bedroom entrance.

Mila leaned against the wall, one hand gently covering her eyes, and after a long, deep sigh, she entered the room.

The door clicked shut behind her.

She approached the bed and gazed at the woman lying there, curled up, her brow furrowed, her sleep disturbed and restless.

After a moment, Mila crouched down, resting her head on the bedside, slipping one hand under the covers to gently hold the woman's hand. Though nestled in the warmth of the blankets, the woman's palm was clammy with a cool sweat, her hand cold to the touch.

Mila squeezed it tightly, using her other hand to softly smooth away the lines from the woman's furrowed brow.

In the next instant, the woman on the bed, as if sensing something, grasped Mila's hand in return, shifting her body closer, and her brow relaxed immediately.

Feeling the unconscious closeness from the woman, Mila's nose tingled, her eyes grew warm, and her emotions swirled into a complex mix.

After a while, a soft, sigh-like voice broke the silence in the room.

"What is it that you like about me?"

This question had always puzzled Mila.

the Montgomery family, her mother-in-law, Felicity, had been nothing but kind to her from the moment she stepped into the family-

any

stern, filled with guidance and the hope for her

Felicity's kindness was different.

gentle, all-encompassing, and asking nothing in return, as if caring for and loving Mila was

of the mother Mila had imagined

her from the long nights of punishment

Gentle, forgiving, and loving.

it that

the

never comprehend why her biological parents, who had

this world, were so eager to

had only met once before the wedding, cherished

Why?

murmurs echoed in the room, and the woman on the bed seemed slightly disturbed, her

her movements,

in a semi-conscious state, her body weary, but she sensed

drowsiness, she