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.

behind her, and the grip on her arm tightened painfully. Sophia's voice, sharp and furious, hissed from behind, "Who gave you permission to hang up on me?" Not a single one of her calls had gotten

before-fine,

the right, why should she

this because

of lunatic

teeth against the pain 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 her to wrench

the bed-thankfully, he seemed undisturbed by the commotion. Mila

you? Do

heart pounded with

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

Was basic conversation not an

here know how

moments, Mila glanced at Sophia, who

in silence. Mila exhaled, composing herself. "Have

stare answered

met her gaze, refusing to back down.

wasn't afraid anymore. Maybe she was just resigned; her life

she'd have

experience- show any weakness, and you'd be bullied mercilessly. Stand your ground, or

done being

the wall, not moving,

cold and commanding.