Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 522

Eldermere Airport, England.

Miranda insisted on seeing Mila and Forrest off. She couldn't—and wouldn't— dare return to the States herself, but she couldn't let them go without one last word. She walked them all the way to the gate, then pulled Mila aside, lowering her voice for a final, urgent farewell.

"Mila," she murmured, "promise me you'll keep your cool when you get back. If-if you do run into Lysander, don't provoke him. Don't try to fight him head-on. Just stay calm and talk it out. Whatever you do, don't make him angry-he's absolutely unhinged."

The mess with Adrian had clearly been no accident, but the timing was all wrong, and everyone knew it. Still, there was no choice but to go back, so Mila had to be extra careful.

"I know," Mila said, squeezing Miranda's hand with a reassuring smile.

Maybe it was all the shocks she'd endured recently, but by now Mila felt almost unnaturally calm, a quiet steadiness settling over her. "Don't worry. Whatever comes, I'll deal with it. There's always a way through." She refused to believe her road would end in a dead end now-not after all she'd survived before.

Seeing the composure in Mila's face and the lightness in her smile, Miranda finally allowed herself to relax a little. Still, she hesitated, then added in a near whisper, "If you change your mind about my idea if you ever want to take me up on it- just call me, okay? We'll figure it out together."

She was talking about the hunting lodge plan the one that sounded more like a wild scheme than a real solution.

Mila couldn't help but laugh, exasperated but touched. She didn't say yes or no- honestly, the whole thing was absurd—but seeing how serious Miranda was, she just nodded gently.

"We'll see when the time comes."

When it was finally time to say goodbye, Miranda's eyes grew bright and wet. She threw her arms around Mila, voice thick with tears. "Just promise me you'll be careful, okay?"

be back in a few days. We're

unable to say another word. They stood like

you? I'll be back before you know it." Mila gave a final wave, exchanged a

Pembroke Estate, Kingsford.

mess of broken toys littered

The Montgomery family, in their own strange fashion, had delivered their answer by sending

one eccentric Sophia and the oddball Mr. Julian already in residence, the Pembroke

boy was a trial. His temper was worse than Julian's—who was already infamous for his moodiness and

outburst was just the latest

one foot planted on the sofa as he glared at the man across from

the same line he'd repeated a dozen times today, voice flat and weary: "When Julian wakes up, when this is all sorted, when my

push

Nathaniel replied, eyes still

was his sister's. He couldn't even go into the office these days he was stuck working from home,

said looking after kids was easy had clearly never met

the two boys together was bound to end badly. Sophia hadn't listened—or rather, she had. This was

certainly fallen apart. Now Julian was in the hospital, unresponsive, and when Nathaniel

really understand how it had all gone so wrong. He'd been nervous when Julian first started school, but the boy had seemed better-eating more, no longer threatening to run away from home.

he'd fallen out