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."

much to bring you into this world and raise you, and instead of being grateful, you insult me?" Gaye's voice cracked as

Gave birth to

Mila hadn't run away, she'd have starved or been beaten to death by now-or

eyes flickered with calculation. She reached out to stroke Mila's

aren't you? Why didn't you ever come home to tell us, let us stop worrying? You don't

Mila shoved her away.

her eyes instantly reddening. She turned and wailed

these years, she's

a lesson. Forgot how to respect your elders,

hand and slapped hard. Mila jerked away, but his fingertips still caught her cheek,

It stung like fire.

screamed inside her skull, sharp as knives. The

came back to herself-just in time to feel her scalp yanked backward. Her wool hat was torn off with

her fingers over the

Mila dodged.

in just then. As soon as he saw her, his eyes lit up,

you've grown up into a

face went ice-cold. She stomped down hard on his foot. As he howled in pain, she snatched a teacup off the table, smashed it, and slashed the broken porcelain across

of blood oozed from

the slightest sign of danger, the bloodied shard aimed

"Don't bother pretending.