Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 323

A suffocating sense of dread filled the air.

Gaye recoiled, her neck shrinking into her shoulders, her earlier outburst dissolving into quiet, hiccuping sobs.

Mila said nothing. She forced a strained smile onto her face, trying to keep things calm as all eyes bore down on her. Gripping her mother's arm, she steered the woman out of the school.

She couldn't let Gaye cause another scene here.

Once outside the school gates, Mila realized it wasn't just her mother who had come for her. Her father, Simon Sutherland, and her uncle were there too.

It was obvious they hadn't come with good intentions.

Ignoring Gaye's complaints about booking a hotel, Mila instead reserved a private dining room at a nearby restaurant and led them all there.

She and Gaye arrived first.

The moment they stepped inside, Gaye clung to her hand, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Oh, Mila, after all these years with no word from you, I thought I'd lost you-l cried myself to sleep every night. Now that I see you're doing so well, I can finally rest easy."

She looked the picture of motherly affection, as if she hadn't just been threatening to kill herself and blaming her daughter back at the school.

Mila yanked her hand away, her voice cold. "Cut the act. Don't pretend to care- it's disgusting."

you talk to your mother like that? I went through so much to bring you into this world and raise you, and instead of being grateful, you insult me?" Gaye's voice cracked

birth to me? Raised

have starved or been beaten to death by now-or worse, sold off to buy her idiot

seeing Mila remain unmoved, Gaye's eyes flickered with

aren't you? Why didn't you ever come home to tell us, let us stop worrying? You don't know how hard things are for your father and me back

Mila shoved her away.

instantly reddening. She turned and wailed just as a middle-aged man walked

at your daughter! After all these years, she's turned ungrateful-she

a lesson. Forgot how to respect

jerked away, but his fingertips still

It stung like fire.

memories screamed inside her skull, sharp as knives. The room

feel her scalp yanked backward.

I'll just take it, thanks," Gaye said, running her fingers over the fabric. Her eyes drifted

Mila dodged.

little brother- walking in just then. As soon as he saw her, his

well, Mila, you've grown up into a real

foot. As he howled in pain, she snatched a teacup off the table, smashed it, and slashed the broken

line of blood oozed from

to bolt at the slightest sign of

bother