Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 140

"Ah, oh dear."

Miranda nodded along, but something didn't quite sit right with her. "Wait, aren't you getting divorced? Why do you care about Lysander's brother?"

Mila casually replied, "His situation is a bit unique. I'll explain later."

Eugene had just finished setting up the fireworks and was walking over.

Miranda was the kind of person who could forget everything once she started having fun.

The trio eagerly lit the fireworks one by one, as brilliant bursts of color illuminated the night sky, creating an indescribable beauty.

At the midpoint of their celebration, they even set up a spit roast.

Mila and Miranda were busy lighting fireworks while watching the dazzling display. They occasionally accepted pieces of roasted lamb that Eugene handed over.

Eating, drinking, and singing, they had a night full of joy and laughter.

The sky was filled with fireworks, washing away countless past burdens and welcoming new beginnings with a radiant glow.

Laughter echoed through the night.

Since they were in the countryside, far from the city, the three of them decided to stay at a local bed and breakfast after the fireworks.

a little to drink,

woke up around five in the morning and, unable to fall back asleep, she decided to sit on the balcony with a cup

breakfast was not far

casting a dim light over the horizon as the morning

of the early morning. She felt as if she were the only person in the world, bringing a calmness to

quiet contemplation, her eyes caught a glimmer of

a car moving slowly along a sloped mountain road some distance away from the bed

headlights on, and beams of flashlight

tourists who

sipping her tea, waiting

while, she noticed something else. In the shrubbery closer to the bed and

keen eyesight and the gradually

plenty of animals in the mountains, nothing

had this thought, her gaze froze. After a violent rustle in the bushes,

Was that... a child?

the bushes at this

on the mountain road. Were those

What if they couldn't find the child in time and

Mila couldn't sit still. Without thinking twice, she hurried downstairs, jumped into her car, and drove toward where she

waiting for the car from the mountain road, she dashed into the bushes, heading quickly toward where she had seen

she spotted a child stumbling and limping

only to trip and fall a