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.

time, Lysander would probably be back,

couldn't

it in front

deciding she

his part, wished she'd

sister Sophia's guest, and he'd never been able to stand up to his sister-even

him... Forrest just said Mila had gone to the hospital, and his sister was over there too... But Leonard was with her, so

nothing else

had set;

stairwell was pitch- black except

spoke. At some point, the knife

After a moment,

glow played across her pretty, smiling face, making her

bowed and silent. Sophia's voice was soft and tinged with laughter. "So there

school, in the same class. Let me think, how did he put it? 'You can't coddle Julian

kind of shock, you

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

shell, that he'd be willing-" Sophia leanedin, her mouth close to Mila's ear, whispering with a twisted smile, "to

was it

a sudden surge, she tackled Sophia to the ground, her hand groping for the fallen knife. Pressing the blade to Sophia's throat, Mila's hand shook, her voice trembling but

"Shut up!"

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

child. What did

What will he do?

him! My son-Adrian would never do

"Oh? Really?"

back her tangled hair, fingers trailing slowly up her tear-streaked cheek. She looked up, her gaze meeting Mila's