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!

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

find it was the Pembroke

had happened, and she needed

to reveal the hospital gown she had worn underneath,

garage for a while. Why are you two here so suddenly, and what's

leads to countless

project with friends, so

his mom. I

headache coming on

scold, "Really, as his uncle, what were you thinking? You can't let this go on. You need to get a professional psychologist involved. Outside help can

clinging to a fragile hope often

psychological issues weren't addressed, it was like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode unexpectedly one day, potentially causing serious

his grandmother's; at least

But Julian's family...

him for a while, Mila's words

leaving the country. You can't