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

couldn't let it

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

too, deciding she

for his part, wished

was his sister Sophia's guest, and he'd never been able to stand up to his sister-even the thought of her losing her temper

reminded him... Forrest just said Mila had gone to the hospital, and his sister

let nothing

sun had set; the moon

stairwell was pitch- black except for the glowing

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

After a moment,

The ghostly green glow played across her pretty, smiling

bowed and silent. Sophia's voice was soft and tinged with

how did he put it? 'You can't coddle Julian forever. The more you try to protect him, the weakerhe becomes.

kind of shock, you

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

a clever boy. He said he wanted to be Julian's friend, help him break free from his fragile shell, that he'd be willing-" Sophia

it

for the fallen knife. Pressing the blade to Sophia's

"Shut up!"

arching 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

child. What did

What will he do?

My son-Adrian would never do something

"Oh? Really?"

hair, fingers trailing slowly up her tear-streaked cheek. She looked up, her gaze meeting Mila's shattered, tear-filled eyes. With a sigh, she gently stroked