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 listen to

know. Mom, you smell so nice. Did you make something good for me?" Adrian's voice

I made

smiled gently. "Later, remember to bring your great-grandpa a bowl, all right? He's getting old. Don't do things that upset him

"Got it."

hasn't eaten either.

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

"Sir."

Madam and young master were

"I understand."

bedroom, the evening passed quietly. After dinner, Mila coaxed Adrian to take

that he needed any

had never been a cause

with her laptop open, working on her own projects-just keeping him company as he

for a week, giving him a break from

and well-behaved

grades were good, he'd hated homework-always wanting to play games or watch cartoons instead. Any attempt to

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

in just

magic. Mila knew she could never have

up the wedding dress design she was. working on a commission from a high-profile British client who had sought out her boutique, Splendid, and requested Mila's personal touch for

yet, but rumor had it the wedding was for a British prince, and

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a whirlwind, bouncing between managing Montgomery Holdings and Splendid's executive meetings home and abroad-not that she enjoyed it, but she couldn't avoid

Mila never gave

creations had