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.

pressing a finger against his slightly reddened nose before speaking

the rearview mirror and casually adjusted the car's air conditioning to a warmer

rumors are still spreading. Should we manage the public relations and have it taken

another question. "Has

head, "No,

smirked coldly, "She's certainly keeping

is investigating the

unreadable. "She really

hoarse voice broke through. "Ignore her.

"Understood."

"And what

and handle it personally," Lysander replied

now appeared somewhat weary, his fox-like eyes clouded with a faint mist, adding an enigmatic

had come

caught it during the New Year's visit to the church, where the chill had seeped into his bones. By the next morning, he

dismissing it as a minor ailment and not even bothering with

you sure you don't want to

shaking his head slowly. "Don't wait

before continuing, "You should visit her at the hospital