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.

Lysander would probably be back, and the project would be out of

she couldn't

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

sat down at the table too, deciding she might

for his part,

and he'd never been able to stand up

sister was over there too... But Leonard was with her, so it

let nothing else

sun had set; the moon was

the hospital's emergency stairwell was pitch- black

eerie green light, two women lingered-one standing, the other slumped against the wall. Neither spoke. At some point, the knife had fallen to the floor. Only their ragged breathing echoed in

After a moment,

feet, slowly crouched down. The ghostly green glow played

and silent. Sophia's voice was

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

of

betrayal cuts deeper than any bloody truth. Makes a bigger scar,

help him break free from his fragile shell, that he'd be willing-" Sophia leanedin, her

was it for

hand groping for the fallen knife. Pressing the blade to Sophia's throat, Mila's hand

"Shut up!"

her back arching in pain, but she just kept smiling. "So, what do you think will happen, Mila?" she breathed.

What

What will he do?

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

"Oh? Really?"

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