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.

pressed hard against Mila's neck, biting into the skin just over her carotid artery. It was the same fork

one had seen it

"Don't move," Sophia warned.

the fork a little deeper, sinews standing out on her forearm. Mila's skin reddened where the metal dug in. The men nearby turned pale, frozen with fear-no one dared move, terrified Sophia might snap and

could have predicted this level of insanity from

cameras everywhere, for God's

the other she calmly pulled a slim cigarette from behind her

same calm tone. “Mila, I'm not a patient

Tried to hit me, so I slashed him with a kitchen knife -right where I'm pressing now. It opened him up,

to die for. My late husband loved it. Are you sure you don't want

cold wave

point, she had no doubt Sophia was capable of

Sophia's voice softened, almost

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

ve

him. But Mila, Julian is my son. Flesh of my flesh. Even if I abandoned him, even if I never wanted him,

you understand

pressure of the

slightly, and

I—" The fork pressed

you think you were negotiating with me?"

Mila fell silent.