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.

him regardless. With a bit of recognition, children always seemed

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

Julian's situation. It was complicated: as a little boy, he'd witnessed a murder-the victims were his own parents. The lack of care, encouragement, and

people he trusted. There

together for

Mila took Julian, with Howard accompanying them, to

state, there was no way he could attend school; Mila was there to arrange a

they arrived, the parking lot was

entered the school. It was only after asking a few parents that

her tracks, immediately thinking of

was still in the hospital-did anyone come to be with him for the parent

stood lost in thought, Julian tugged softly at her hand, peering up at her with wide eyes. "Mom,

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

her worries aside and led Julian toward the administration

ahead, so the process was quick and seamless. Julian was granted a six-month leave

they waited for the paperwork, Howard noticed Mila's distraction and offered, "Ms. Sutherland, if you need to take

hesitated,

...

walked to the classroom and

Sitting beside him was a beautiful woman with

of them sat close, heads together, deep in