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?

ear, listened for a moment, one eyebrow arching in surprise. Her lips curled in a

"Really?"

on the other end, Sophia only replied with a single question. Her tone eased; the tension in her shoulders faded. "Fine. But you know how I am

visit, I'll make you some homemade chicken soup." With that, she abruptly pulled away the fork and tossed it onto the table, rising from her chair and striding out. Nathaniel hesitated, glanced at Mila, wanting to speak but thinking better of it,

body convulsed with

and gently rubbing her back to help her catch her breath. He poured her a glass of warm water; Mila sipped

going to

didn't waste another second. He swept her up in his arms and strode out the door, passing the Pembroke siblings just as they were leaving through

right behind

"Hey, Sophia!"

the alley. He grabbed his sister's arm, voice

do

Julian's life! And let's not forget, Julian's breakdown was because of you! How can you blame Mila for any of this? What will people think of us, after everything she's done for us? I'm begging you, please,

ask her

But one thing won't stand for

voice trembled with disbelief. "What... What do you even see Julian

see him as?" Sophia let out a cold laugh,

was young and stupid, sleeping with some filthy animal and bringing another traitor

Like father, like son.

Nathaniel aside and strode toward the car waiting at