Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 453

He stopped mid-step, then suddenly dashed forward and grabbed Leonard's hand. Looking up, his eyes sparkled with hope. "Leonard, you'll stay with me forever too, right?"

Just like you're always with Mom and Dad.

Leonard froze, caught off guard.

For a moment, seeing the child's trusting, adoring gaze, that face-usually as cold and unmoving as winter ice-softened. The corners of his lips lifted in a fleeting smile so subtle that when Adrian blinked, it was already gone, like he'd imagined it. But he did hear Leonard's voice, surprisingly gentle.

"I'll always be here."

"But even if I'm not, young master, you don't need to worry. There's someone out there waiting for you in the future, someone who'll stay by your side forever- longer than your parents, longer than me."

That was the Montgomery family's way.

Leonard, though, belonged to the master and madam.

"Your mother's here. Go on now."

At the end of the hallway, Mila appeared, turning the corner with easy grace. Her dark hair was pinned up with a simple comb, and her pale, flowing dress seemed to catch the moonlight, wrapping her in a gentle, silvery glow. Seeing her approach, Leonard stopped beneath the eaves.

"Mom!"

Adrian's question vanished in an instant. He raced over, flinging himself into Mila's arms. She caught him easily, taking the rumpled school jacket from his hand without a word, then gave Leonard a polite nod before leading Adrian away.

A warm spring breeze drifted through the corridor, carrying Mila's soft voice to Leonard. "What did your grandfather say? Did he scold you?"

"He just told me not to get into fights..."

you should

smell so nice. Did you make something good

I

bowl, all right? He's getting old. Don't do things that upset him

"Got it."

Leonard hasn't eaten either. I'll

He tipped his head back to gaze at the bright curve of the moon, feeling, for once, that spring was truly warm and beautiful. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he fished it

"Sir."

young master were just here.

"I understand."

Adrian's bedroom, the evening passed quietly. After dinner, Mila coaxed Adrian to take his medicine, then sat beside him at the desk as he worked on

that he needed any real

had never been

her own projects-just keeping him company as

the recent fight (the injuries weren't serious), Mila had arranged for Adrian to stay home and rest for a week, giving him a break from schoolwork, too. She was surprised when he refused-he didn't skipping classes, but insisted on

well-behaved it

Adrian had changed. Once upon a time, even though his grades were good, he'd hated homework-always wanting to play games or watch cartoons instead.

to stop nagging so much, and eventually, she'd given up. She never imagined there'd come a day when he'd manage

just one

it was Adrian's great-grandfather who worked the real magic. Mila knew she could never have managed it herself—Adrian had never

her head in amazement, Mila refocused. She set up her drawing tablet and pulled up the wedding dress design she was. working on

hadn't met the client yet, but rumor had it the wedding was for a British prince, and Splendid had been chosen to design the

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Holdings and Splendid's executive meetings home and abroad-not that she

Mila never gave up her

platform, some of her creations had even made it onto