Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 471

"Absolutely not!"

She could recognize that kid even if he turned to ashes. When Leonard made it clear he wasn't going in, Mila stopped pushing. Ignoring the stares from strangers, she stood outside the restroom and called out, "Eugene, I see you. If you have something to say, come out and talk to me. If you keep hiding, I'm coming in after you!"

With that, she stepped closer and called again, her voice rough and ragged, the metallic taste of blood spreading in her mouth.

"I'm coming in to find you."

Worried she'd hurt her throat, Leonard stopped her and was about to go in himself when a teenager in black sweats and white sneakers finally emerged from the restroom. The moment Eugene met Mila's eyes, he looked away, guilt written all over him, and his own voice came out hoarse.

"Hey, sis."

After a quick rundown of what happened-turned out Eugene had gotten drunk and thrown the first punch-Mila didn't argue. She simply paid for the damages to the bar at market value and led Eugene out.

The car ride back was silent.

They pulled up outside the small villa Jade kept in the city. Mila got out with Eugene and headed inside.

Leonard didn't follow. He just stood there watching the boy trail after Mila, a frown creasing his brow. What trouble was Eugene getting into now?

Inside, Mila found the first-aid kit and had Eugene sit on the couch. She cleaned and treated the shallow cuts on his hands and face, her expression stern. "Why were you drinking? And why did you get into a fight?"

God knows how shocked she was to see, from the security footage, that it was him who started it. The kid who'd always been gentle and obedient with her- she'd never imagined he had this side to him. The whole drive home, her faith in him had been shaken, and she'd barely spoken.

"Hey, sis."

darted away from hers, but when he caught sight of the bruise on her neck, he froze. His lashes dropped, hiding the sudden storm in his eyes, and his tone shifted. "Who did that to you? The mark

that?" Mila waved it off. "Just ran into some lunatic. It's nothing. Right now,

"A lunatic?"

Eugene's gaze darkened.

fighting? Did something happen recently?"

"Don't talk anymore, sis."

but then hesitated. "But could you...

"What?" Mila frowned.

"Listen, sis."

I've been in a bad place, drank too much, and messed up. I promise it won't happen again, but... can you please

quietly

"It is."

hung his head. "I don't want to lie to you. I can only promise-when I've figured

"I'm sorry, sis."

sorry for!" Mila, whose mood had been in tatters all day, suddenly broke into a genuine smile. Her eyes

they'd rather keep. I get it-I've been there too. But if you really can't handle it,

"Okay!"

the law here." Mila coughed again. "Try not to solve things with violence, alright? Hurting others won't fix anything-it just makes things worse for

be talking. Go rest, okay? Whatever else we need

"Alright."