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 would

she couldn't let it

answers, but she couldn't do it in front of the child-not after the tension in the room moments

at the table too, deciding she

for his part,

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

gone to the hospital, and his sister was over there too... But Leonard was with her, so it should be

let nothing

set; the moon

completely, and the hospital's emergency stairwell was pitch-

lingered-one standing, the other slumped against the wall. Neither spoke. At some point, the knife

After a moment,

crouched down. The ghostly green glow played across her pretty, smiling face, making

who sat on the floor, head bowed and silent. Sophia's

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

kind of

bloody truth. Makes a bigger scar,

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

was it

the fallen knife. Pressing the blade to Sophia's throat, Mila's hand shook, her

"Shut up!"

you think will happen, Mila?" she breathed. "When Julian finally trusts Adrian— when they're up there, together-what will Adrian, your little

child. What did he

What will he do?

My son-Adrian would

"Oh? Really?"

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