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.

teacher spotted them from across the field and hurried over. She gave Mila an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Mrs. Sutherland. Kids say the darndest things-please don't mind

knew who she was-she'd attended last year's big fundraising gala as the board chair, and Adrian

might

Mila replied, unbothered. Now that the teacher was here, she gave a polite nod

wouldn't do something like

Mila turned, surprised.

the teacher's hand and took a few steps forward, chin raised defiantly. "Adrian wouldn't do something like

Mila was speechless.

was defending her son, but

Still, it was well-meant.

ruffled Parker's hair, her

then scowled and slapped her hand away,

it—she let

were impossible to figure

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

shouldn't have touched his

just

hen

free from the teacher and caught up to her, grabbing her sleeve. "Hey, is he coming back of not?

He hit me first-I only called him names! He's lying, and

nursing a grudge about

to his side of