Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 369

She remembered everything from the past.

And she still remembered yesterday at the airport-Adrian and Giselle, hand in hand, clinging to each other like they couldn't bear to be apart.

Did Adrian really miss her?

Maybe, Mila thought. After all, she was her biological mother. But she'd never mean as much to Adrian as Giselle did. It was better this way-keeping their distance, seeing each other only occasionally.

It wasn't her business anymore.

...

Later, when Adrian started fidgeting in little angry ways, Mila deliberately ignored it. She kept her composure, calmly moving food onto her plate as if nothing was wrong.

She listened but said nothing.

Unexpectedly, halfway through dinner, Lysander took a call and had to leave early. He asked Mila to take Adrian home, or to have the family driver pick him up.

As soon as he left, Mila let out a sigh of relief.

Finally, he's gone.

"Are you mad at Dad?" Adrian suddenly blurted out, having watched his mother from the corner of his eye the whole time, and noticing her relax.

Mila answered coolly, "No."

"Liar," Adrian huffed. "As soon as Dad left, you smiled. Mom, why do you keep lying today?"

There was no dodging this "lying" topic today, it seemed.

Mila's heart gave a little twist. She paused, then asked, "Adrian, if your father and

I really did have a fight—a serious one-what would you think?"

troubled. "How

other, or even hear each other speak. The

his face, thinking hard. Then, out of nowhere, he piped up, "Mom, are you and Dad going

told you about that?"

fight all the time at home. His mom's always crying and yelling about the seven-year itch, that his dad doesn't love her anymore. It's a mess. He's scared of going home-he even said he wants to

frowned. “But you and

could she explain adult grudges

for the right words, a small figure suddenly came running from across the

"Mom!"

she could react, someone

blank for a moment. She hadn't even registered what happened when Adrian, sitting beside her, exploded-reaching out to yank

face turned red with anger, his voice sharp. "Let go! Stop hugging my mom and calling her

little boy clinging to Mila refused to let go. At Adrian's words, he burst into loud, heartbroken sobs. "You're lying! She's my mom!

"Let go!"

"No!"

"Let go!"

"I won't!"

children's voices rising over each other. Mila's head

like it would

recognized the voice of the boy in

It was Julian Pembroke.

fragile mental state-and how her

to comfort him, worried he'd be

she soothed, straining as the boy clung to her

expected him

anger flared. He

did she do

fingers to her brow, about to calm Adrian, when she saw him suddenly lose control. He

"Adrian!"

shock. She instinctively

Crash-