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...

the hospital, where he was rushed into the

hurried to the hospital, taking their

was left to oversee things at the

mother, Rosalind Harvey, and they

chaos ensued at the hospital, an unexpected group

mansion. A refined man, wearing a white tailored suit and silver-rimmed glasses, stepped

Bodyguards led the way.

man ascended the stairs

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

by more of the man's bodyguards. There were many of them, and they quickly subdued

man step forward, adjusting his suit before gently

the room, pausing momentarily on the bloodstained bed before

and knocked gently

sound grew louder,

didn't try to turn the handle; instead, he knocked again, slowly and deliberately, before

"Mimi, it's me."

it stopped, followed by a long silence

waiting

drenched from head to toe, stood behind the half-open

"...Forrest?"

"Yes, I'm back."