Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 467

Mila kept her face unreadable, though curiosity flickered in her eyes. She had to get to the bottom of this. "Why are you so insistent that I go over there?"

"Be clear," she pressed.

"What do you mean?"

Sophia shot her a cold, withering look. "I'm sick and tired of this. My own son can't even recognize his own mother. You're going over there, and you're going to set things straight for both of us."

Mila massaged her aching temples, her voice low and restrained. "Ms. Pembroke, I won't bother telling you to be reasonable I know it's pointless. But do you really not understand why your son is acting this way? Do you think I *wanted* to be mistaken for his mother? Please, get a grip."

She glanced over at Nathaniel, who sat awkwardly on the other side, clearly embarrassed. "When it comes to your son, I've done all I can—more than enough, honestly. Believe whatever you want, but I've never tried to mislead him. My conscience is clear."

"I only care about the results," Sophia replied smoothly, her expression blank. "The fact is, my son insists you're his mother. That's the only thing that matters to me."

She didn't care about anything else.

Mila's patience was wearing thin.

Was this ever going to end?

Why did she always seem to run into these unreasonable, powerful people? She didn't fear them anymore, but she was tired exhausted, really. Was it so hard for people to act like normal human beings?

"I'm not going with you, and you can't make me." Mila was done arguing, her tone flat and firm.

"You really want to bet on that?" Sophia's voice was steady, almost amused. "I do."

idly rolled the fork between her fingers, then let out a cold laugh. "You're more confident than

the skin just over her carotid artery. It was the same fork Sophia

one had

"Don't move," Sophia warned.

reddened where the metal dug in. The men nearby turned pale, frozen with

one could have predicted this

cameras everywhere,

calmly pulled a slim cigarette from behind her ear, flicked her lighter, and took a slow draw. Minty smoke drifted

a few drags, visibly more relaxed, she spoke again in that same calm tone. “Mila, I'm not a patient woman. I don't

pressing now. It opened him up, blood everywhere. He clutched his neck,

chicken soup? It's to die for. My late husband loved it. Are you sure you don't want to come

cold wave rush

doubt Sophia was capable of anything.

Sophia's voice softened, almost

was happy, truly. stopped hating him then and there. After everything

ve

is my son. Flesh of my flesh. Even if I abandoned him, even if I never wanted him, he's still mine. No one else gets to be his mother. I won't allow

understand how

but the pressure of the fork made her

Sophia eased up just slightly, and Mila managed

fork pressed down again,

negotiating

Mila fell silent.