Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 538

By the time Mila arrived at the hospital, the afternoon was already slipping away.

Stepping onto the inpatient floor, she spotted a man lingering outside a room, clutching a briefcase and some documents. He wore a well-tailored suit-the sort of crisp, professional attire that marked him as young but already a little world- weary. As Mila drew closer, she noticed sweat beading on his brow as he dabbed at his forehead, and she couldn't help but wonder at the sight.

"Why aren't you going in?"

It suddenly struck her-Sophia had only been out of prison for a year, and her mental state was far from stable. She hadn't resumed any real control over the Pembroke Family business, but she was still technically the president. This must be one of the company's employees.

So why was he blocking the doorway instead of going in?

"Ah, Chairwoman Sutherland, good afternoon... If you have business inside, please go ahead. I'm in no rush," the man said politely, stepping aside as she approached.

Mila didn't dwell on it. She reached for the doorknob and pushed the door open. The moment she set foot inside, someone seized her wrist. Before she could react, she was yanked off balance and dragged into the room.

The man who'd been about to follow her in paused, his grip on the documents trembling slightly. He hesitated, then quietly shut the door and abandoned any thought of entering. Instead, he made his way to a bench against the wall and sat down, suddenly feeling that maybe-whatever he'd come for wasn't so urgent after all.

He could wait.

***

Inside the room, Mila's arm was twisted behind her back, her face pressed to the wall. Disoriented, it took her a beat to realize what was happening.

She kicked backward on instinct.

grip on her arm tightened painfully. Sophia's voice, sharp and furious, hissed from behind, "Who gave you permission

blocked before-fine, she'd

right, why

this because of a phone

of lunatic is

radiating from her shoulder, Mila quickly weighed her options, then stomped down hard on the other woman's foot. The hold on her loosened just enough for

comatose child on the bed-thankfully, he seemed undisturbed by the commotion. Mila swung her purse between

with you? Do you even realize

pounded

wear down even the most patient saint. As if dealing with a missing Lysander Montgomery wasn't enough, now she had to handle someone even

wrong with these people? Was

around here know how to

Sophia, who stood a few feet

herself. "Have

stare

refusing to back down. After last

afraid anymore. Maybe she was just resigned; her life honestly couldn't get much worse at

hide, she'd have to face things

experience- show any weakness, and you'd be bullied mercilessly.

done being pushed

wall, not moving, but after a long, tense

finally averted her gaze. Her voice was cold and commanding. "My foot hurts. Come