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."

his head enthusiastically. "But he wasn't at school today. I think he's sick.

touched and asked, "Would you like to visit your friend now? I can go

boy shook his head, "No, that sounds like a

feel

let the

the bedroom door opened and Leonard stood at the entrance, his face expressionless. "Young

"Oh, okay."

mother's lap and headed towards the door, with

They reached the doorway.

but

your hand is injured and needs rest. It's better for you

bring the meal

is

mother's wrist, seeing the ointment-covered wound

blowing on it makes it feel better, see-whoosh,

the same. He found the cool breeze soothing and forgot about the pain, and now he wanted to help her

gentle, cooling breeze on her palm, Mila shivered slightly, awkwardly withdrawing

now go have

to argue in front of her child, so

doorway, staring at the closed door, sensing something was amiss, but unable to