Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 198

Mila knew she couldn't let Aunt Edith worry any longer. At her age, too much stress could be dangerous. Mila was genuinely afraid of what might happen if her aunt got too upset.

"I should have seen it coming! That scoundrel, that little rascal is a menace! The whole family must be crazy to raise such a troublemaker," Aunt Edith ranted, her voice full of fury.

"Aunt Edith, please don't-" Mila tried to interject.

"Don't what?" Aunt Edith snapped.

"Nothing," Mila mumbled.

Seeing her aunt nearly explode with anger, Mila thought better of saying something like 'don't generalize like that.' Instead, she switched tactics, trying to soothe her with gentle words.

After a few more colorful insults, Aunt Edith suddenly went quiet, causing Mila's heart to skip a beat.

Edith?" she called out

calm voice of Sophie, Aunt Edith's personal assistant, who was always by

asked quickly, "How is

bit more composed. "I'm fine. What are you planning to do?" Relieved that her aunt's emotional state was stabilizing, Mila felt a weight lift off her shoulders. "I'll consult with the lawyer to see if we can appeal the case. I'm sure we

as long as you know what

here, so I can't come back right now. Make sure to hire some extra security for yourself, and update me on the legal situation

"I will," Mila promised.

Jade suddenly lashed out. "If you knew anything, you wouldn't have gotten involved with such a lunatic!

along, promising to do better. After a few

remember from the legal team, she heard a child's voice shouting from outside, "Mr. Leonard, Dad said Mom's back, is that

had just hung up the phone and was plotting her escape. Lysander's men had dropped her off at home, where her father had promptly put her under house arrest, telling her to reflect on her actions and forbidding her from going out. It was partly to keep her out of trouble, too. The Montgomeries were not

there, they'd be in real trouble. Miranda, who had been locked up more times than she could count for her mischief, quickly jimmied the lock and slipped out the back door, making her way over the garden wall and sneaking

she finally reached a busy street, hailed a cab, and headed straight for the Bamboo Grove Residences. She hoped that the person in the basement was okay. They really couldn't afford another mess right now; things had