Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 247

Due to the recent upheaval caused by the Lockwood Group incident, the

company found itself entangled in numerous unresolved issues. As a key partner, Forrest was also pulled into the fray, spending his days juggling tasks and rarely making it home before late.

Late at night, at the cozy Willow Lane residence, Forrest finally returned. As he stepped through the door, Howard, the family's trusted butler, took his white jacket and spoke up at the right moment.

"Ms. Sutherland and young Master Julian have already gone to bed."

Forrest was aware that Julian had moved in and had hoped to meet the boy that day. However, the chaos of the day had thwarted his plans.

"And how's the little one doing?" Forrest inquired.

Howard paused to recall. "The child is well-behaved but seems a bit withdrawn. There's a hint of psychological trouble. He's taken to calling Ms. Sutherland 'Mom'."

"He calls Mimi 'Mom'?" Forrest paused in the act of unbuttoning his silver cufflinks, a small smile playing on his lips as the warm light reflected off his glasses. "What an interesting child."

He chuckled lightly as he handed the delicate cufflinks to Howard to put away.

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enough to sleep unless someone was nearby. That night, it didn't take long for him to fall asleep next to Mila, comforted by her presence. She, too, fell into a

turned over in bed and discovered the space

room under the soft glow of the nightlight. As her hand hovered over the main light switch,

fuzzy pajamas, stood at the foot of the bed, facing her with a

Was he... sleepwalking?

to episodes of sleepwalking, searching for his mother. It made sense to

didn't dare call out to him; waking a sleepwalker could be dangerous. Carefully, she slid out of bed and approached him, waving a hand in front of his face; he didn't react. Confirmed, he

the balcony. Fortunately, it was half-enclosed, and she had locked it before bed, preventing him from going

bed. As soon as he

and partly from exertion. It made her understand why Nathaniel had been so grateful to pass the responsibility

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the kitchen the next morning, Forrest looked uncertain

what Julian might like, so I whipped up a few simple kids' meals.

array of artfully presented children's dishes, each one more enticing than the last. Simple? Hardly. They looked and smelled delightful, clearly crafted