Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 181

The door was half open, just a sliver of space between in and out.

Mila's eyes widened as she met the gaze of the man who had turned to look at her. Her heart, which had been beating wildly, settled back into its proper rhythm.

"What are you doing here..."

"Mama!"

Julian, dressed in his raccoon pajamas, wobbled over, throwing himself at her with a whimper that echoed clearly in the dim hospital room.

Without pausing to question why this uncle-nephew duo was in her room at four or five in the morning, Mila crouched down to comfort the little boy, whose sobs were pitiful and soft.

Whatever had frightened him, and however long he'd been crying, it didn't take long for him to exhaust himself and fall asleep in her arms.

After tucking him into the bed and ensuring he was snug under the covers, Mila turned her attention to Nathaniel. Both of their eyes mirrored the same puzzled expression.

Before she could speak, Nathaniel voiced his concern first:

"You gave me a scare. I came by around three and didn't find you here, and you weren't answering your phone. I thought something had happened and was considering calling the police."

You scared me more!

her hospital room had nearly stopped her heart; she feared it was Roland's enemies coming after her with impressive

ready to run, only to find it was the Pembroke Family's

inwardly. The situation she least wanted had happened, and she needed to find a way to

down jacket to reveal the hospital gown she had worn underneath, and hung

and ended up chatting in the garage for a while. Why are you two here so suddenly,

to countless others. It's

all-nighter working on a project with friends, so Nathaniel wasn't suspicious. His

for his mom. I didn't

coming on

you thinking? You can't let this go on. You need to get a professional psychologist involved. Outside

to

time bomb, ready to explode unexpectedly one day, potentially

situation was different from his grandmother's; at least she

But Julian's family...

looked after him for a while, Mila's words carried

leaving the country. You can't expect your child to follow