Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 251

After guiding the child through another bout of sleepwalking and tucking him back into bed, it was already around three in the morning—almost exactly the same time as the night before.

Mila Sutherland made a mental note of the time, then dozed for a couple more hours.

The next day, Mila came downstairs with a touch of anxiety fluttering in her chest. Thankfully, Forrest Whitmore greeted her just as warmly as always, his face betraying no hint of anything unusual.

Only then did Mila allow herself to relax a little.

At breakfast, though, Forrest brought up the topic of the share transfer again-but this time, there was a subtle shift in his tone.

"Whenever you've made up your mind, just let me know. I'll be here, ready to sign the papers."

Mila forced a polite smile and let the conversation drop.

She'd always known what she could accept and what she couldn't. In her mind, there was a clear line.

The whole morning, Mila was absorbed in sketching out new design drafts.

Julian Pembroke sat quietly beside her, working on his own drawings. Autism might have closed one door for him, but it had opened another; he had a remarkable talent for art and could lose himself in it for hours.

The only thing was his drawings were...hard to describe. Very abstract.

With a

so young; there was plenty of time for him to grow and find

friends in psychology about Julian's situation. It was complicated: as a little boy, he'd witnessed a murder-the victims were his own parents. The

news was, he still had people he trusted. There was

together for a

with Howard accompanying them, to Sunnybrook

no way he could attend school; Mila was there

parking

only after asking a few parents that she learned today was

in her tracks, immediately thinking

come to be with him for

in thought, Julian tugged softly at her hand, peering up at

"Oh-sorry, sweetheart. Let's go."

pushed her worries aside and

called ahead, so the process was quick and seamless. Julian

"Ms. Sutherland, if you

Mila hesitated, then

...

Mila walked to the classroom and paused at the door, peeking

beautiful woman with long, wavy hair-her back graceful

them sat close, heads together,