Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 343

**Hospitalized?**

Abandoned? Hurt? What did that mean?

Mila's hands trembled as she thought about calling back, but Forrest's mother's words still echoed in her ears. She didn't dare. For a moment, it felt as if the whole world had turned its back on her.

She was surrounded, nowhere to run.

Just then, her phone rang again. This time, it was Lysander.

...

"What do you want?"

His voice on the other end was no longer warm or inviting, but cold and distant.

Mila's mind was in chaos, too muddled to notice the change in his tone. Her throat tightened, and she choked out, "Lysander, why aren't you home? I—I'm pregnant."

There was a long silence before he finally answered, his tone flat. "So what?"

She froze. "What... did you say?"

"Are you expecting me to take responsibility? Have you ever stopped to think about who you are? We're from completely different worlds. What makes you think you're qualified to be my wife, to join the Montgomery family?"

The phone slipped from her hand.

His words, suddenly so unfamiliar and cold, sliced through her like a knife, leaving her breathless with pain and nausea.

She stumbled to the bathroom and vomited until her face turned pale, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

A nurse noticed her distress, quickly called a doctor, and soon Mila had been given some medication and was told to rest in an empty hospital bed, urged not to get upset again.

She lay there, numb.

instant. Her phone buzzed non-stop on the nightstand she didn't even need to look to

Everyone was pushing her.

in her arms, curling up as tightly as she could, wanting to scream but unable to make a

crashed outside her

And then-

should he get to throw you away so easily? Why should he take what he wants, then discard

isolated her spirit became, there was a stubbornness

there for a long

toward the outskirts of the city. She remembered, from a chance conversation between Leonard and Lysander she'd overheard in the mansion,

go to his parents herself. She had no other

No way out.

herself be dragged

...

downpour

In the old manor,

evening medication and was lounging on the sofa, half-asleep in the

a deafening crash jolted

"What was that?"

had been fragile lately, and the staff

shook her head, bewildered. No, she was sure she'd heard

had it come

Who was it?

sofa, not bothering to put on her shoes, and ran barefoot

puddles, hurrying across the

Who could it be?

an umbrella and Felicity's shoes before

open with a

and soaked to the skin, was a girl with blood streaking her face. She collapsed

need to see his parents. Please, let