Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 199

Crimson Gardens, the Montgomery Estate.

The door to the master bedroom swung open as Adrian dashed in, flinging himself into his mother's arms where she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Mom, Dad said you've been busy and not home lately and told me not to bother you, but I really missed you."

Mila embraced her son, the familiar warmth of their bond stirring a deep emotion within her, though she regained composure quickly.

She recalled the day before her court appointment, when Adrian had been holding hands with Giselle, and walking alongside Lysander to his favorite candy store, all of them together like a family.

How much truth was there in those words?

But he was her child, after all. Gently, she pulled back a bit, letting him sit beside her as she asked in a calm voice about his recent adventures and schoolwork.

Adrian, however, resisted being pulled away.

Having not been close to his mom for a while, he usually played with Giselle when they were apart, only occasionally thinking of her. But now, seeing her, he instinctively wanted to be near.

He loved the scent of his mother, the warmth of her embrace...

He nestled back into her arms, holding onto Mila's soft white sweater, unwilling to let go. Mila let him sit on her lap, not hugging him back, her expression calm as she listened to his endless chatter about school and life.

The boy had so much to share, stories from school, tidbits from his day-to-day... "Mom, I made a new friend recently."

enthusiastically. "But he wasn't at school today. I think he's sick. When he gets better, I'll bring him over

"Would you like to visit

little boy shook his head, "No, that sounds

feel like

let the

at the entrance,

"Oh, okay."

headed towards the

They reached the doorway.

but Mila was

rest. It's better for you to eat

bring the meal

no, is Mom

the ointment-covered wound and gasped in surprise, blowing gently

makes it

his knee, his mom would do the same. He found the cool breeze

palm, Mila shivered slightly, awkwardly withdrawing her hand.

now go have

want to argue in front of her child, so she retreated

was amiss, but unable to pinpoint what.