Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 221

### Crimson Gardens at Night

As the car slowly drove through the gates of the estate, two bodyguards waited downstairs. Mila ascended the stairs to the bedroom to find Adrian.

The moment Adrian saw her, he dashed over with open arms.

"Mom!"

"Mm..."

Mila's mind was elsewhere. She hugged her son briefly, murmuring soothing words before making an excuse about packing up for a few days' stay at the family estate. She suggested he play on his own for a bit.

Adrian, not wanting to be left alone at home, agreed reluctantly.

While Adrian was occupied with his tablet, Mila pretended to be packing. In reality, she was searching for possible hiding spots for important documents. She went through almost the entire second floor, sparing not even Adrian's room, except for the study.

But there was nothing-no documents, no clues.

"What are you looking for, Mom?" Adrian asked, glancing up curiously from his game.

"Oh, I was just thinking about which toys to bring along to the estate," Mila replied, her train of thought interrupted.

model shelf that stretched across one wall of the room, intending to

"Don't touch that!"

her away with surprising force. "Mom, don't mess with

sorry, I forgot,"

had momentarily forgotten how protective Adrian was over his collection, especially these game models. One touch and he would

room, her gaze

only

the study, but in this household, it was a

digital lock with a combination code,

access.

a sigh, she approached the study door, lightly touching

could be opened by either

Adrian's birthday—also a failure. A series of dates and numbers she thought

Only one attempt remained.

keypad. One more failure and the lock would

only I had

specially modified. With a simple data cable connection, the pre- installed software would have cracked the lock

she was brought back,

merely a basic model provided by Leonard, was limited to only the most rudimentary

Mila was stuck.