Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 190

After what felt like an eternity, the tow truck finally arrived.

One by one, the cars involved in the accident were towed away, and Mila was finally able to step out of her vehicle. By this time, the parties involved in the incident had nearly wrapped up their discussions.

The driver who had hit her came over to apologize and asked for her phone number to arrange compensation.

Mila was in a hurry to get to court and didn't have time to engage in lengthy conversations. She murmured a quick response, promising to discuss it later, all the while scrolling through her phone, desperately trying to book a ride.

Her car was definitely out of commission.

Strangely, despite her constant attempts to hail a ride, no cars were available. It was bizarre.

Earlier, she'd asked the traffic officer for help, but the other parties involved in the accident insisted their issues were more urgent, claiming they needed to get to the hospital or other critical places. Compared to them, her reason for traveling- going to finalize her divorce-seemed trivial. They monopolized all available rides.

The officer advised her to wait, promising that a car would be available soon. As she stood by the roadside trying to flag down a vehicle, her anxiety grew.

A quick glance at her watch told her it was already past nine, and she had just an hour before her court appointment.

If only a car showed up now, she could still make it!

Just as her nerves were about to fray beyond repair, a sleek black Mercedes came to a sudden halt in front of her.

The window rolled down.

a cool, mocking smile on her

Mila froze momentarily.

the divorce from Lysander, and no one wanted Mila's

snapped impatiently. Ever since eavesdropping on Lysander's plans for divorce, she had done her homework and even had someone tailing Mila. Good thing she did, or today's opportunity might have been

moment of internal struggle and another glance at her phone, she gritted her teeth and climbed

it took, she needed to

far apart as possible, each pressed against their respective windows. There was enough space between them to fit

to the courthouse as fast as

The car sped off.

sedan approached from afar, coming to a

strong, elegant jawline was visible, his long, graceful fingers rested lightly on the window ledge. The cuff of his suit jacket was embroidered

driver glanced outside and spoke softly, "Mr. Whitmore,

"Hmm."

his voice smooth and mellifluous, "Let's head back to Bamboo

"Yes, sir."

turned and drove

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