Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 539

Outside the hospital room,

Perched on a blue chair by the wall in the corridor, Sophia's secretary wavered between entering to give her report or waiting a bit longer. The folder trembled slightly in her hands as she heard footsteps from inside the room. Instantly, she shot to her feet. "Ms. Pembroke! Chairman Sutherland!"

What on earth is going on?

Why is she out already?

When she spotted Sophia, her head lowered and shoulders hunched, the secretary's nerves tightened. "Ms. Pembroke, are you alright?"

"She's fine," Mila replied calmly, steadying the woman who looked like she might collapse at any moment and guiding her down onto the blue chair. Only then did Mila turn to the flustered man. "And you are?"

"I'm Ms. Pembroke's secretary-Layton Atkinson." Layton managed to force a professional smile. "Chairman Sutherland, you can just call me Layton."

"Layton, then."

Mila's smile softened, warm and approachable. "Ms. Pembroke's foot is swollen, and I can't leave her right now. Would you mind heading to the pharmacy and grabbing some anti-inflammatory cream for her? Thank you so much."

"Oh-of course! Absolutely."

Layton wisely refrained from asking how Ms. Pembroke's foot had managed to swell in such a short time, nor did he risk a glance at her expression. He nodded and hurried off.

"...You little-"

It took a few moments, but Sophia finally caught her breath. Gritting her teeth, she raised her hand in an attempt to smack Mila, only to have her wrist intercepted.

"Weren't you the one who asked me to come help you?" Mila brushed off her hand, all traces of warmth gone, her voice now cold and distant. "I'm helping. What more do you want?"

Sophia seethed with frustration, but at a loss for words, she fell silent.

soon with

sensing the tension, wisely kept

"Put your foot up."

the ointment from the

a person like this was exhausting. She crouched down, slipped off Sophia's sandal, propped her foot gently on her own knee, and began applying the cooling ointment to the swollen

treat it, things

have another reason

She lowered her gaze, watching the neat crown of Mila's head as deft fingers

woman really was

the time they'd spent together recently, Sophia had come to

surprisingly soft-hearted-yet she was also capable of the

acts, never

once she decided to leave, there was no turning back. She'd even managed to drive someone like Lysander to such desperate extremes, and then

fit either-most of the time, she treated people with gentle patience, always willing to lend a hand, almost

tough and tender-a bundle

A strange person, indeed.

stay off your feet for the next couple of days," Mila instructed, setting Sophia's foot back into her sensible

a response, just set the ointment aside and headed to the sink As she stood, Sophia tipped back her head, exposing the white bandage

"...Just a moment."

That was progress. Mila was perfectly willing to oblige as long as she was spoken to

her hands,

carefully unwound

Sophia's

the previous night, did she really notice the wound-ragged, angry red, and deeper than she'd realized. It was almost shocking to think Sophia herself

she'd pressed a little

saw it before? Just do your job. And if you tick me off