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.

them from across the field and hurried over. She gave Mila an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Mrs. Sutherland. Kids say

fundraising gala as the board chair, and Adrian was, well, infamous for his antics. With everything going on lately,

were clearly worried Parker might say

that the teacher was here, she gave a polite nod and was about to leave,

wouldn't do something like

Mila turned, surprised.

"Adrian wouldn't do something like that. If he's mad, he'll just punch someone. He's

Mila was speechless.

son, but somehow

Still, it was well-meant.

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

scowled and slapped her hand

help it—she let out a silent

really were impossible to

Parker, who was now red with anger, and

I shouldn't have

fought so much-wasn't just the insults; they both had hair-trigger tempers. How could they

hen

up to her, grabbing her sleeve. "Hey, is he coming back of

at her. "You're such a clueless mom. He hit me first-I only called him names! He's lying, and you believe everything he

nursing a

listened to his side of the story