Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 229

After the chaos subsided, the bedroom returned to an eerie calm.

Mila, her clothes disheveled, curled up on the bed, her eyes vacant as she stared into the air. It took a while for her to gather her senses.

Slowly, she sat up, her feet touching the floor. After taking a few deep breaths to steady herself, she moved to the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

In the mirror, a woman stared back at her, her face and body smeared with blood, her eyes red and swollen.

She turned on the faucet, letting the water cascade over her blood-stained hands, scrubbing them vigorously, but the blood wouldn't wash away.

Her eyes flickered around the bathroom.

She stepped under the shower, turning it on without checking the temperature, letting the water pour over her head. She scrubbed at her face and body, unable

to stop her shivering, her mind racing with chaotic thoughts.

Had she really hit Lysander?

Did she knock him out? There was so much blood... Had she killed him?

Would she end up in prison?

The terrifying thoughts tumbled through her mind uncontrollably, the cold water washing over her. Even though the blood had long been washed away, she looked at her reflection and still felt covered in it.

It couldn't be washed away.

Washed away...

Meanwhile...

car carrying Lysander sped towards the hospital, where he was rushed into the

Felicity. He hurried to the hospital, taking their child to their

to oversee

arrived with her mother, Rosalind Harvey, and they were joined by many

at the hospital, an unexpected

in front of the mansion. A refined man, wearing a white tailored

Bodyguards led the way.

ascended the

guarding the upstairs doors. The man adjusted his glasses with a gentle smile, standing calmly on

many of them, and they quickly subdued the few guards, smashing the bedroom lock to clear

then did the man step forward, adjusting his suit before gently pushing the

bloodstained bed before glancing towards the bathroom, where the sound of

knocked

noise paused momentarily, the water's sound grew louder, but the door remained

instead, he knocked again,

"Mimi, it's me."

water continued for a few seconds before it stopped,

didn't rush, waiting patiently

from head to toe, stood behind the half-open door, disbelief etched on her face as she looked at the

"...Forrest?"

"Yes, I'm back."