Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 529

Leonard took the knife, grabbed the antiseptic from the tray, and rinsed the blade to wash away the traces of blood, his face as impassive as ever.

Sophia let out a scornful laugh. "You're not afraid I might turn this knife on her? She's hopeless in a fight."

"That's why I gave her a blunt one," Leonard replied without emotion. He had never expected the knife to actually end up in Sophia's side. The woman was no amateur-she could handle herself. He didn't want an accident, so when Mila had asked him for a knife on the way over, he'd handed her one with only a half- sharpened edge.

If anything had happened, no one would have been seriously hurt. A little yelling, and he'd have time to rush in and break it up.

What he hadn't expected was that the only one who actually got hurt was Sophia. That, he admitted to himself, was a surprise. What the hell had happened in

there?

"When you two were inside-" he started to ask.

Sophia cut him off coldly. "I took a hit for this. If your boss doesn't cough up something I'm satisfied with, we're not done here. Or he can come over and let me slap him a few times-either works for me."

Leonard fell silent.

"Where is she?" Sophia's eyes swept the hospital room.

Apart from Julian, still lying unconscious in bed, it was just the two of them. Mila was nowhere to be seen.

So she'd vanished before things were even settled?

"She left," Leonard said quietly. "What did you say to her?" Mila had stormed out earlier, snapping at him not to follow, and he'd had no idea what set her off.

"There's still the kid to deal with!" "She'll be back," Leonard replied, glancing at the boy passed out on the bed. "Yeah, you're probably right." Sophia's voice

tossed on the table began to vibrate. Through the cracked screen,

eyes. "Your boss is

go keep an eye on her," Leonard said,

crap," Sophia muttered

cigarette from her pocket and held it to her nose, breathing in the scent a few times to calm herself. Just as she was about to answer the call, her gaze lingered on the sleeping child. She hesitated, cursed

swiped to answer and put the call on speaker. With one hand, she touched the

killing me. Spare me the small talk,"

Lysander's voice was slow, almost lazy,

fact that she'd sold Lysander out completely. The outcome was what

says she's furious," Lysander

he didn't trust her after all. He'd already checked

she's angry. Isn't that what you wanted? To make her so scared

beginning-anger is normal. I

much?" Lysander's tone

enough." Sophia's patience was thin after what she'd just been through with Mila, and now

was pushing her

gething clear. We're partners, not master and

anger, but his voice turned glacial. “I don't want her angry. I want her scared. I want her so terrified of betraying me that she stays home and waits for me-doesn't go running off to

froze. "Who did

was still fuming, the thought of Lysander losing control for once almost made her laugh

so funny?" His voice