Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 515

As he left, he ripped off the troublesome cloak that had caused him so much grief and tossed it onto the floor with clear disdain, only then striding away alongside the butler.

Mila, by now, had finally calmed down.

She realized, too, that there was no way they'd actually find the man-and honestly, thank goodness for that. If Jade had discovered that the face behind the mask belonged to Lysander... well, that would have set off a real disaster. The whole manor would have erupted.

With a quiet sigh, she crouched down to pick up the discarded cloak. Just then, she heard a faint rustle-something had slipped from the hood and fallen to the floor.

Her gaze dropped.

Two broken wooden sticks lay on the ground.

Wooden sticks?

Puzzled, she reached for them, but another hand beat her to it. Forrest picked up the snapped sticks, and as he straightened, he leaned in close, murmuring softly in her ear, "Mimi, let's call it for tonight. We're not going to find him."

Mila froze, then caught on instantly.

She spun around to stop Jade, who was on the phone, calling for more staff to continue the search. "Jade, let's leave it for now. It's already late, and if we keep this up, the guests are going to get upset."

"That's not enough."

Jade's voice was icy. "Someone dares cause trouble in my manor-they're testing me. Let it go now, and it'll only happen again. I can't just let this slide."

"Jade."

Mila moved to sit beside her, gently taking Jade's hand. "But it's really late. We can't just keep everyone here forever. These are all our guests-we can look into things quietly, one by one, after they leave. For now, let's just let everyone go home."

At that moment, the butler returned from seeing Harvey out. He leaned in and whispered something to Jade.

Mila didn't catch it.

"Fine, we'll do it your way. Dismiss the guests,

pausing as a thought struck her. She glanced at Forrest. "Don't bother going to the hospital tonight about your

Jade,"

a beat as she reached for his hand, worry etched on her face. She'd never quite

...

the

ma'am," the butler

then asked, "Ma'am, does this mean you're finally going

was what they'd just discussed in the lounge... Lysander's grandfather

"Mhm."

it funny? All this chaos just

ball harassing Mila, assaulting Harvey-whom I specifically invited-and messing up

was a

There's no way

coincidence. This was

premeditated."

always has such perfect

open the study door. "Let's see what he has

is behind

door slammed

...

a guest bedroom,

care. Only when the doctor confirmed, once

fine," Forrest assured

you be

lying on the table, her expression

sticks

on the back of