Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 506

"What happened?"

The ballroom was still buzzing with music and laughter when Jade heard the news. She rushed straight to the manor's first-floor lounge, only to find Mila curled up on the couch, her face deathly pale. Jade's expression darkened instantly as she shot a glare at Forrest, who was crouched beside Mila.

"Mrs. Sutherland, here's what happened..."

Forrest, who had already pieced together most of the story, spoke first. But he chose his words carefully, deliberately leaving some things unsaid. After all, he wasn't sure how much of a shock the old lady's heart could take right now, and it was probably best not to mention that Lysander was alive-not yet.

"...That's the gist of it. There was a man in a black cloak at the ball. I can't say if he knew Mila, but he was unbelievably rude-just grabbed her and forced her to dance. After that, well, she's been like this."

"That's it?" Jade's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Of course, such behavior was outrageous—and Jade was furious-but knowing Mila, there was no way a pushy stranger would leave her this shaken. Something wasn't adding up. Mila looked downright terrified, not just upset.

Forrest pressed on. "Mrs. Sutherland, could I take a look at the manor's security footage and the guest list? I want to find this man."

"Of course we need to find him!" Jade snapped. Even if Forrest's version felt incomplete, this was enough to enrage her. Someone had dared target her Mila, and right in her own home, no less! The nerve!

spun toward the butler. "Stop the party. Seal off the manor no one leaves. Get the staff to check every guest, one by one. I want that man in the black cloak and the grotesque

ma'am," the

the door, frowning

If tempers flared, things could spiral fast—a minor incident could easily turn into a scandal if mishandled. She needed to be there, to keep things

gaze shifted to Forrest, who immediately caught her meaning. "Don't worry, Jade. I'll stay with

door, she said quietly

a test for Forrest. The music and the flowers were just dressing. But now, with this

the couch, her mind in chaos. There was no longer any doubt the man in the ghastly white mask streaked with red had

fragile veil

him. He was alive.

pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest. Panic, confusion, and a jumble of other emotions crashed over her like

convince the world —and Cossio-that he was dead. His plan was working perfectly, and soon he'd

hadn't breathed a word to Cossio. Why come looking for

own business and keep her own little world safe. Couldn't he just

from her now?

to the faint mark his lips had left on her hand. She shuddered Memories

and the way