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.

By that time, Lysander would probably be back, and the project

she couldn't let

she couldn't do it in front of the child-not after the tension in the room moments ago. For now, she'd have

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

for his part, wished she'd

able to stand up to

to the hospital, and his sister was over there too...

nothing else

had set; the

was pitch- black except for the glowing green

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

After a moment,

green glow

and placed a hand on Mila's shoulder-the woman who sat on the floor, head bowed and silent. Sophia's voice was

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 past head-on,

kind of shock,

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

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

was it

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

"Shut up!"

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—

child. What

What will he do?

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

"Oh? Really?"

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