Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 414

Kingsford.

Montgomery Manor.

Word had it that Lysander's mother, Felicity, hadn't been well lately. Giselle, always attentive, brought a bundle of tonic remedies to visit and asked the housekeeper to fetch them from the car.

"Where is Mrs. Montgomery?" she inquired.

"In the conservatory," the housekeeper replied.

Back when they were young, Felicity and Giselle's mother, Rosalind, had been close friends. The two families had maintained ties for generations, and with a childhood engagement between the children, Giselle had practically grown up in this house. No one ever stopped her from coming or going.

She made her way easily through the manor's winding halls to the garden, where, nestled among a riot of scarlet roses, she found a pale, weary-looking woman reclining in a rocking chair, half dozing in the morning sun.

Giselle approached quietly and called, "Aunt Felicity."

Lately, Felicity's health had declined. The medications made her drowsy and left her in a perpetual haze. She took a moment to register Giselle's voice before responding softly.

"Giselle, dear, come and sit with me."

Giselle settled beside her, gently taking Felicity's thin hand in her own. "My mother's worried about you," she said, concern plain in her voice. "She sent me to check in. Why have you been so unwell lately, Aunt Felicity? Where's Lysander? Why isn't he here with you?"

Felicity smiled faintly and shook her head. "He's traveling with Mila. Your Uncle is keeping me company."

"Traveling?" Giselle echoed, surprised.

Only recently, she'd orchestrated things to send Mila abroad, believing that with Forrest's resources, Lysander wouldn't catch on right away. By the time he realized Mila was gone, it would be too late. But to her astonishment, Lysander himself had disappeared the very next day.

out to him repeatedly but

firmly in control at Montgomery Holdings, she'd lost her usual channels for gathering information. Felicity's illness had given her an excuse

tightened unconsciously around Felicity's

her contacts abroad, she couldn't track Lysander's movements. The

no idea how things

realized she'd gripped Felicity's hand too tightly, lost in her own scheming, and

shook her head gently,

etched across Felicity's face, Giselle suggested, "Are you feeling tired, Aunt Felicity? You'll catch a chill napping out here-let's go back inside and

need, I've slept more than

Since Felicity seemed to have forgotten the brief discomfort, Giselle simply sat with her, making gentle conversation. Before long, her thoughts drifted back to

realization in her voice. "You mentioned Lysander is traveling with Mila, but as far as I know, Mila hasn't worked at Montgomery Holdings in ages. She resigned a long time ago. What kind of business trip could they possibly be on? And honestly, there hasn't been any company matter that would require Lysander

-though no matter how much you like to travel, you should come home if your mother's

was that?" Felicity

medication, struggled to keep up with the conversation. She stared at

Giselle stopped pushing for answers and instead squeezed Felicity's hand warmly. "Don't worry, Aunt Felicity.

her a while longer, Giselle took her

Lysander, she'd have to

his mother's worsening condition would

herself grimly, Mila would not be allowed to come

...

The next morning.

her cabin, Mila changed the dressing on

to the ship's

the window, lost in thought as

long when a familiar shadow flickered in her periphery. Turning, she found Lysander sliding into the seat across from her, coffee in