Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 154

Leonard paused for a moment, sensing Mila wouldn't want to hear the word "cold," and wisely diverted the conversation away from illness.

"Madam, you were quite bold this time. You should be more careful in the future."

Mila frowned, "Is that all?"

She thought he was here to discuss something serious. This superficial concern was less welcome than a signed divorce agreement!

Pointing to the door, she said coldly, "You can leave now."

Leonard didn't show any emotion despite her cold reception. He stood up silently, but before leaving, he turned back to her with an indifferent gaze.

"Madam, that's just my personal advice."

"You'd be wise to drop the lawsuit and continue as best you can. If you escalate things, you'll be the one who suffers."

Suffer?

Mila laughed, a bitter laugh, "What, you plan to lock me up again? Leonard, do you even have a heart?"

The thought of events from seven years ago stirred emotions she couldn't easily calm.

"Whether you all have hearts or not, I haven't spent these seven years in vain. Get out!"

was low and full

gave her a long look, then

long time, staring at the gently swinging door, until a small hand touched her, bringing her

"Mommy?"

the side of the bed, tilting his head

with cold sweat. She held the child's

helpless person she was

she would

of the hospital room and stopped

He looked over with a smile in his eyes, though it was unclear how long he had been

two men exchanged a

ignored him and walked away without

muttered to himself, his smile fading as Leonard's figure disappeared down the corridor. Grinding his

lingered for a few minutes before regaining his

him, Mila's expression softened considerably. She gestured toward the bedside, where Leonard

you toss these out for

who they were from-because

smile widened. He quickly gathered everything, including the apples and their plate, and ran downstairs to

a point of tossing them in the large bin by the main entrance, casting a

heaven's sake, sister made it clear she's not interested. Stop coming

The next day.

had stumbled upon a nest of bad luck; every unwelcome visitor seemed to find their way