Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 468

Inside the small, out-of-the-way bistro, the air was so still you could hear a pin

drop. Sophia pressed her hand down with force, but her head turned slightly, eyes landing on Leonard, who stood a short distance away, phone raised.

There was a gap between them, a buffer of tension.

Sophia knew Leonard well enough—more than just an acquaintance. She understood his standing in the Montgomery family, the weight his word carried. But so what?

If she'd been the sort to fear that, she'd never have tangled with Mila in the first place. Truth was, within the Montgomery family, only two people truly held any real power: Lysander's father, and Mila. She'd already crossed Mila. What else was there to be afraid of?

Sophia shot Leonard a quick, dismissive glance before turning back to Mila, ready to drag her out the door. But Leonard spoke up, voice steady: "Ms. Pembroke, even if you take her with you today, it won't solve your son's problem. I suggest you answer this call."

Sophia didn't bother turning around. She paused, then asked, "Who is it?" "You'll know once you listen."

"So secretive." She sounded unimpressed, but called out, "Nathaniel."

Nathaniel, who'd been frozen in his seat, finally dared to move. His face was drained of color as he hurried to the doorway, took the phone from Leonard's outstretched hand, and passed it to Sophia at arm's length. Sophia, a cigarette burning between her lips, took the phone without so much as a glance.

Pinned by Sophia's fork against the hollow of her neck, Mila had managed to compose herself. She risked a sideways glance and caught a glimpse of the phone's screen-a number she didn't recognize.

Who could it be?

moment, one eyebrow arching in surprise. Her

"Really?"

with a single question. Her tone eased; the tension in her shoulders faded. "Fine. But

stands-anytime you want to visit, I'll make you some homemade chicken soup." With that, she abruptly pulled away the fork and tossed it

convulsed

rubbing her back to help her catch her breath. He poured her a glass of warm water; Mila sipped gratefully, her raw throat easing only the slightest bit.

going to the

swept her up in his arms and strode out the door, passing the Pembroke siblings just as they were leaving through

was right behind

"Hey, Sophia!"

echoed down the alley. He grabbed his sister's arm, voice low and urgent, hurt and anger

times do I

How can you blame Mila

I ever ask

child if something happens, then that's his fate! But one thing won't stand for is him mistaking someone else for his mothe He belongs to me.

at her, stunned. After a long moment, his voice trembled with disbelief. "What... What do

do I see him as?" Sophia let out a

sleeping with some filthy animal and

Like father, like son.

and strode toward the car waiting at