Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 152

If it weren't for their current frail state, they might have ended up covered entirely in jewelry instead of just a pendant or two.

Mila was genuinely frightened.

After listening to countless lectures and fervently promising to behave and not wander off alone again, she finally managed to persuade her great-aunt to go home and rest.

Once her great-aunt left, Mila turned to the two people who had just

'coincidentally' returned. "Which one of you told her?"

Miranda immediately denied it, "It wasn't me!"

Eugene quickly shook his head, "Definitely not me!"

Both of them had firsthand experience with her great-aunt's temper. Neither of them was foolish enough to provoke her wrath or invite a scolding.

So who was the culprit?

A sleek black Phantom glided down the road.

slightly reddened nose before speaking slowly,

at the lethargic man in the backseat through the rearview mirror and casually adjusted the car's air conditioning to a warmer

we manage the public relations and

directly but instead posed another question. "Has Mila come to

head, "No, she

smirked coldly, "She's certainly keeping

moment before adding, "The legal team hired by Mrs. Johnson is investigating

moment, his expression unreadable. "She really is determined to take this to

a lengthy silence, Lysander's slightly hoarse voice broke through. "Ignore her. Take

"Understood."

asked, "And

handle it personally," Lysander replied

few more times. His usually striking face now appeared somewhat weary, his fox-like eyes clouded with a faint mist, adding

cold had come on

the New Year's visit to the church, where the chill had seeped into

found this sudden illness peculiar, dismissing it as a

sure you don't want to see a doctor,

leaned back against the seat, shaking his head slowly. "Don't wait for me later; I'll

should visit her at the hospital for me.