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

she couldn't let it

pull Forrest aside and demand answers, but she couldn't do it in front of the child-not after the tension in the

too, deciding she might as well help smooth

his part, wished

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

just said Mila had gone to the hospital, and his sister was over there too... But

nothing

had set; the moon

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

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

After a moment,

feet, slowly crouched down. The ghostly green glow played across her pretty, smiling

on Mila's shoulder-the woman who sat on the floor, head bowed and silent. Sophia's voice was soft and tinged with laughter. "So

in the same school, in the same class. Let me think, how did he put it? 'You can't coddle Julian forever. The more you try to

what kind of shock, you

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

that he'd be willing-" Sophia leanedin, her mouth close to Mila's ear, whispering with a twisted smile, "to

it

sudden surge, she tackled Sophia to the ground, her hand groping for the fallen knife. Pressing the blade to Sophia's throat, Mila's

"Shut up!"

she just kept smiling. "So, what do you think will happen, Mila?" she breathed. "When Julian finally trusts Adrian— when

child. What

What will he do?

"I trust him! My son-Adrian

"Oh? Really?"

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