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.

but kind to her from the

from any kindness she had

loving, was stern, filled with guidance and the

Felicity's kindness was different.

all-encompassing, and asking nothing in return, as if

the image of the mother Mila had imagined in

who would come to rescue her from the long nights

Gentle, forgiving, and loving.

is it that you

sighed, repeating the question in

could never comprehend why her biological parents, who had brought

world, were so eager to exploit every ounce

only met once before the wedding, cherished her

Why?

seemed slightly disturbed, her eyelids fluttering

softened her movements, coaxing her to

lay in a semi-conscious state, her body weary, but she sensed the familiar comfort in the

her drowsiness, she