Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 537

By now, Mila had lost all interest in small talk. She exchanged a few polite words with the principal, firmly declined his offer to escort her, and made her own way out.

...

She stepped out of the academic building.

It was the end of class, and the playground nearby was swarming with children. Teachers stood at the edges, keeping a watchful eye on their students. The air was thick with laughter, shouts, and the sheer, deafening volume of kids at play. It was less a cheerful background and more a wall of noise.

Mila quickened her pace.

"Hey, you're Adrian's mom, right? Where is that guy?" She was almost past the playground when a voice called out behind her, and someone tugged at the hem of her coat.

She turned around.

A boy she recognized stood there, glaring up at her—a face she knew all too well. It was Parker McKenna, the kid from the McKenna family who'd once gotten into a fistfight with Adrian and hurled insults that could rival a sailor's.

Still, he was just a child. Mila saw no reason to hold a grudge. She replied calmly, "He's resting at home. He won't be coming to school for a while."

"Why?" Parker blurted out, then added, "Is it because of Julian?"

Mila froze.

She hadn't expected even this kid to know.

across the

she was-she'd attended last year's big fundraising gala as the board chair, and Adrian was, well, infamous for his

Parker might say something out

she gave a polite nod

do something like

Mila turned, surprised.

took a few steps forward, chin raised defiantly. "Adrian wouldn't do something like that. If he's mad, he'll just punch someone. He's not sneaky-he'd never do

Mila was speechless.

was defending her son, but somehow the defense

Still, it was well-meant.

reached out and ruffled Parker's hair, her voice softer. "Thank

scowled and slapped her hand away, glaring.

help it—she let out

really were impossible to

Sutherland..." The teacher grabbed Parker, who was now red with anger, and

fine. I shouldn't have touched his head

wonder those two boys fought so much-wasn't just the insults; they both had hair-trigger

hen

caught up to her, grabbing her sleeve. "Hey, is he coming back of not? He still owes me a fight- haven't gotten even with him

such a clueless mom. He hit me first-I

nursing a grudge about their

to his side of the