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.

would probably

she couldn't let it

but she couldn't do it in front of the child-not after the

too, deciding she might

his part, wished she'd

stand up to his sister-even the thought of her losing her

Forrest just said Mila had gone to the hospital, and his sister

let nothing else

sun had set; the moon

the hospital's emergency stairwell was pitch- black except for the glowing green exit

spoke. At some point, the knife had fallen to

After a moment,

glow played across her pretty, smiling face, making

on the floor, head bowed and silent. Sophia's voice was soft and tinged

the same class. Let me think, how did he put it? 'You can't coddle Julian forever. The more you try

what kind of

betrayal cuts deeper than any bloody truth. Makes a bigger scar, too. Lysander's an old hand at this, and honestly, I can't

to be Julian's friend, help him break free from his fragile shell, that he'd be willing-" Sophia leanedin, her mouth close to Mila's ear, whispering with a twisted smile, "to be the one who

was it

surge, she tackled Sophia to the ground, her hand groping for the fallen knife. Pressing the blade to Sophia's throat, Mila's hand

"Shut up!"

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

What

What will he do?

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

"Oh? Really?"

cheek. She looked up, her gaze meeting Mila's shattered, tear-filled eyes.