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 be back, and the project

she couldn't

it in front of the child-not after the

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

for his part, wished she'd

and he'd never been able to stand up to his sister-even the thought of her losing

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

nothing else

had set; the moon was

fallen completely, and the hospital's emergency stairwell was pitch- black except for the

against the wall. Neither spoke. At some point, the knife had fallen to the floor. Only their ragged breathing echoed

After a moment,

down. The ghostly green glow played

head bowed and silent. Sophia's voice was

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 past head-on, with

kind of shock, you

bloody truth. Makes a bigger scar, too. Lysander's an old hand at this, and honestly, I

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

it for

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

"Shut up!"

will happen, Mila?" she breathed. "When Julian

What did

What will he do?

My son-Adrian

"Oh? Really?"

meeting Mila's shattered, tear-filled eyes. With a sigh, she gently stroked Mila's face. "Then