Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 476

Mila Sutherland had always harbored suspicions about Eugene Montgomery's parentage. Though she had no proof, there were enough hints to make her wonder. Still, there was never any confirmation, and Eugene didn't show even a trace of mixed heritage. So she kept her doubts to herself, locked away where no one else could see.

Regardless of whether his lineage was truly in question, one thing was certain: Felicity Fontaine, in her current condition, couldn't possibly be told she had two more children. The shock would be far too much-there was no way she could let them meet.

A heavy silence fell between them.

"Is Mom really that sick?" Eugene's voice was calm as he lifted his head from Mila's shoulder, but the tear-streaks on his cheeks betrayed how close he'd come to falling apart.

There was no use pretending. Mila could only nod, forcing out the words, "She... doesn't really recognize people anymore."

Even if he saw her, it wouldn't change anything. It would only deepen the hurt.

"I just want to see her, Mila. It's been so long since I've seen Mom." Eugene's resolve remained unshaken. If anything, knowing how bad things were only made him more desperate.

In years past-every Christmas, every holiday-he'd been allowed to visit the old manor, to see his mother. They'd barely exchanged a few words, but those brief meetings had been something he looked forward to. But this year-no, for nearly two years now-he hadn't set foot in the old house. Every holiday, the family patriarch or the butler would call, telling him not to come.

He wasn't even allowed a glimpse of his mother.

As long as the Montgomerys refused, as long as they didn't want him there, he couldn't get anywhere near her. He just didn't understand what had he done wrong? Was it because he wasn't truly a Montgomery? But even if that were the case, wasn't he still Felicity's son?

It wasn't until Johnnie arrived that he understood.

that's how it

eyes. He didn't want to hear what others thought; he needed to know what she felt, to ask her himself-did she really hate him? Did she wish he'd never been

to hear it from her lips. Only then would he accept it-only then could

fragile state, there might not be any answers to

idea formed

spoke softly, "Mila, I know the Montgomerys don't want me around. Maybe Mom doesn't want to see me, either. But I miss her. I just want to see her-just one look, even if

voice hoarse from the earlier conversation. Instead of speaking, she grabbed her phone and

work out..." She could have used the house assistant to dictate for her, but in this moment, the

a smile. "Even if it doesn't work, just this once. I won't ask

She finally steeled herself

know. I won't

faint smile, his face pale and

only

bruises on her neck hadn't

round of medicine,

few days-then she could

making her worse. But Conrad Montgomery watched things so closely that she'd never been able to get Felicity out. Now, she was

from afar. The manor was out of the question. Maybe somewhere outside. If Conrad

medicine bottles and headed upstairs to her studio, where she got back to work on her sketches. She also messaged Johnnie to set up a meeting-she needed to hand over the new fragrance

got a reply, she was