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

she couldn't let it

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

down at the table too, deciding she

part,

guest, and he'd never been able to stand up to

sister was

nothing else

set;

emergency stairwell was pitch- black except for

slumped against the wall. Neither spoke. At

After a moment,

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

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

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, with a real emotional

of shock, you

scar, too. Lysander's an old hand at this, and honestly, I can't

to be Julian's friend, help him break free from his fragile shell, that he'd

was it for

to the ground, her hand groping for the fallen knife. Pressing the blade to Sophia's

"Shut up!"

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

child. What

What will he do?

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

"Oh? Really?"

meeting Mila's shattered, tear-filled eyes. With a sigh, she gently stroked Mila's face.

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