Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 469

"Hey, sis..."

"Oh? Are you going to teach me how to raise a child now?" Sophia shot him a cold look.

"I'm his uncle!" Nathaniel protested, forcing himself to stand his ground. "I've been raising him for six years!"

"Exactly why he's turned out so useless!" Sophia's patience snapped. "Day after day, he's so fragile and weak-what use is that to anyone? If there's a problem, you face it head on. What's with all the running and hiding, the constant fear? I, Sophia Pembroke, will not have such a spineless son!"

She sighed, then went on bluntly, "If you can't handle the situation at school, then I don't need you. Don't bother coming to see me or Julian anymore. You've always been like this-hesitant, forever tiptoeing around things. Every chance that comes your way just slips through your fingers."

Suddenly, she turned and pointed down the opposite end of the alley, ripping open the secret Nathaniel had been so desperate to hide. "Don't think I can't see right through you and your feelings for that woman. The man by her side? He's miles ahead of you. He fights for what he wants and takes action. And you?"

"You're timid and indecisive, and you've passed that weakness on to the boy. You're lucky I haven't given you a piece of my mind already. If you're too scared to do anything, then just get out of my way. Stop making things worse!"

Nathaniel's face darkened, anger and frustration finally boiling over after being held back for so long. "And who's kept this family afloat in the end? You, with your reckless disregard for everyone, throwing the family to the wolves just to do as you please—ending up in jail, was that the right thing to do?"

A sharp slap rang out in the empty alley. Red lines, courtesy of her long nails, appeared on Nathaniel's cheek.

"Who taught you to speak to me that way?" Sophia's voice was cold as ice.

He gave a dry, bitter laugh, hair tousled by the night breeze. "You know how I feel about her, and yet you still hurt her."

Sophia's reply was matter-of-fact. "She's not a Pembroke. That's all there is to it."

"And what about me?"

my feelings mean

brother. That's the only reason I'm letting you get away with

to me tonight. Nathaniel,

mouth of the alley, her figure slim yet unyielding. Nathaniel watched her

This was his sister.

age, she had overwhelmed him with her sheer force of will and undeniable competence. Smarter

knew her too well. She only played the game to win, not because she cared about the

fell in love,

status

she was

six-yea

court. The

had fallen

Nathaniel's lap.

Fel

Once Sophia her sights on something-or someone-no one could talk her out of it. Maybe someone

cold, sinking weight in

...

bore a vivid bruise that curled up

Her throat still ached, but thankfully her vocal cords

managed, her voice hoarse but steady, waving him