Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 527

"...Yeah."

"Alright, let's eat first." Forrest turned to Nathaniel, who was still staring in disbelief, and said, "Mr. Pembroke, looks like the kid's hungry. Shall we start dinner? Sorry for the trouble."

"Oh, no trouble at all."

Nathaniel snapped out of it and told the staff to serve the food.

A few seconds later, it finally dawned on him-this was his house! Since when did Forrest act like he owned the place?

And how did Forrest end up speaking on Mila's behalf?

Entrusting him with the care of a child, no less!

What was going on between those two?

If anyone was more baffled and shocked than Nathaniel, it was Giselle. She'd watched the whole thing unfold, her teeth grinding in frustration.

She couldn't make sense of it.

When did Forrest and Mila become close enough to trust each other with their kids?

Not that she minded, in fact, she was glad to see it.

She just hadn't expected it to happen so quickly.

The thing was, her own project with Forrest was still underway. He'd provided her

with an entire development team, which meant he basically held the fate of the whole project in his hands... If he got what he wanted and didn't need her anymore—especially if someone started whispering in his ear-

That could be trouble.

wouldn't be so bad. By that time, Lysander would probably be back, and the

couldn't let

do it in front of the child-not after the tension in the room moments ago. For

sat down at the table too, deciding she might as well help smooth

for his part, wished she'd

been able to stand up

and his sister was over there too... But Leonard was

let nothing

set;

emergency stairwell was pitch- black except for the glowing

women lingered-one standing, the other slumped against the wall. Neither spoke. At

After a moment,

her feet, slowly crouched down. The ghostly green glow played across her pretty, smiling face, making her seem

shoulder-the woman who sat on the floor, head bowed and silent. Sophia's voice was soft

wanted both kids in the same school, in the same class. Let me think, how did he put it? 'You can't coddle Julian forever. The more you try to protect him, the weakerhe becomes. Better to let him face the

kind of shock, you

cuts deeper than any bloody truth. Makes a bigger scar, too. Lysander's an old hand at

friend, help him break free from his fragile shell, that he'd be willing-" Sophia leanedin, her mouth close to Mila's ear, whispering

was it

sudden surge, she tackled Sophia to the ground, her hand groping for the

"Shut up!"

lay pinned, her back arching in pain, but she just kept smiling. "So, what do you think will happen, Mila?" she breathed. "When Julian finally trusts Adrian— when they're up there, together-what will Adrian, your little traitor,

What

What will he do?

Mila screamed. "I trust him! My son-Adrian would never do something

"Oh? Really?"

brushed back her tangled hair, fingers trailing slowly up her tear-streaked cheek. She looked up, her gaze meeting Mila's shattered, tear-filled eyes. With a sigh, she gently stroked Mila's face. "Then