Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 502

Just as Lysander's plans were finally coming together overseas, a storm was brewing back home-in his grandfather's study, the old man's voice rang out, aging but still thunderous with anger.

"You little scoundrel!"

"Can't even clean up your own messes, can you? Day after day you make things worse, and now, when you've really run out of options, you want your grandfather to step in and save your skin with whatever dignity he's got left?"

"Honestly, I can't believe you have the nerve!"

Butler Marshall, standing watch by the desk, quickly reached out to steady the old man when he saw he was nearly breathless with rage. Finally, his breathing eased, but whatever was said on the other end of the line made the old man erupt again.

"Utter nonsense!"

"How many times do I have to tell you? Marriage is about trust and honesty! Have you been ignoring me all these years, or did you just toss my words to the dogs?"

"You made this mess, you fix it yourself! Don't expect me to clean up after you. Stop coming up with these harebrained schemes, and get your affairs in order— then go and apologize properly in person. Isn't that a better solution than sending this old man out to face the music for you?"

"Oh, so you finally realize she wants nothing to do with you? Good grief, I always thought my brilliant grandson from the Montgomery family-clever enough to even fake his own death-actually believed he was God's gift wherever he went."

The old man's words dripped with sarcasm. "Ungrateful brat. Get lost."

Before he'd even finished, he hung up, slamming his phone down on the desk so hard it rattled, clearly still seething.

Marshall hurried to offer a cup of tea.

Only after the old man had sipped it and calmed somewhat did Marshall risk a question. "Sir, are you truly not going to intervene this time?"

"Intervene? And how, exactly?"

Despite his words, after a few more sips of tea, the old man's tone softened, betraying his concern. "Can I really just do nothing? He's always been so stubborn, crashing headlong into every wall... Do you think I could let him ruin himself completely?"

He sighed deeply.

place. Tell me, Marshall, has anything good ever come from a union built on lies?

his head and

them know I'll be coming by. I

Eldermere.

Sutherland Family,

ball?" Mila had just returned from a morning at Splendid's

"Yes, miss."

beautifully this year, so she's decided to host a ball

it be a rose garden party, then?"

of intrigue." The butler's eyes

argue-her great-aunt had always loved a bit

"Of course."

will be there guests of Her Ladyship. It'll be a good chance for

Mila's smile faltered.

A matchmaking event? Seriously?

to the sofa beneath the stained glass, where Forrest sat quietly, sipping tea

to Forrest with a polite invitation. "Mr. Whitmore, will you

"I'd love to."

eyes meeting Mila's with a reassuring warmth before turning to the butler. "I'm afraid I don't have

I'd appreciate

"Of course, sir."

the butler took his

Mila hurried to the stained glass window and perched beside Forrest on the sofa, her nerves showing. "Did my great-aunt

could see there was

great-aunt was still. arranging introductions with other suitors-was she dissatisfied? Mila's heart pounded, remembering how formidable her great-aunt could be. She was terrified Forrest

his book, his voice gentle. "But your great-aunt

you. She loves you very