Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 379

Forrest watched with a cool detachment, his tone calm but resolute. "Striking someone without asking for the reason first is wrong. Hitting her? Even worse."

The room fell silent.

He stepped in front of Mila, standing his ground. His gaze flicked to Giselle, who was sobbing into Lysander's arms, then shifted back to Lysander himself. Forrest wore a gentle smile, but his words cut deep.

"From where I'm standing, it looks like the Harvey family is throwing their weight around trying to use power and numbers to bully my friend, who's never had any advantages in her corner. Ms. Harvey, I'd love to hear how you managed to push someone as kind and gentle as my friend to this point. That's a talent in itself."

"What's any of this got to do with you?" Lysander's voice grew cold. He gently moved the woman in his arms aside and made a move for Mila, but she sidestepped him.

He tried to close the distance again, but Giselle clung desperately to his sleeve, her tearful voice trembling with grievance. "Lysander-"

He frowned, but stayed put.

Mila stood just behind Forrest, now composed her eyes sharp and icy as they swept across Lysander's face, then over Giselle, still sobbing with her face in her hands, then Rosalind, Charles... finally circling back to Giselle.

The other woman refused to meet her gaze, just kept crying.

Mila spoke coldly, each word like the slice of a knife, her meaning unmistakable.

"You're not the least bit afraid of karma, are you?"

People like them-who treated lives like they were nothing-made her sick. Breathing the same air as them was revolting.

She spun on her heel and pushed through the crowd, leaving without looking back.

Her steps were brisk. Right now, her aunt's failing health worried her far more than anything here.

highway through the deepening night, heading toward Maplewood Grove. He glanced over at Mila, who sat beside him, her expression composed to the

sense of what

And...

country? You still don't know what tricks she's got up her sleeve. If you leave now,

don't have a

toward the window. Half her face was swallowed by the darkness, her lips trembling

couldn't finish

to her aunt? What if this was the

She couldn't risk it.

her only family, the guiding light of her childhood. Mila had never allowed herself to imagine a day

is at the edge between life

the road, even if it's the end

regret it for the rest of her

would never be able

swayed, Forrest sighed. Though worried, all he could do was start making calls to contacts in the Federal Security Bureau, arranging a private jet

thing," Mila said, her brow furrowing with concern. "Because of some issues, it's not easy for me to leave the country right

take care of it," Forrest answered, his

Grove in

all her documents. While waiting for word from Forrest's contacts, she sat

want Miranda

allies in that country would offer some protection. Sophie had already hired private security to guard the hospital, and the same

Mila still couldn't

had met up with some old friends for dinner before the emergency call came there was no telling

to go. Hiding forever would solve