Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 559

"Let it go, Sophia. Stop bothering her. The child, her own life... This time you've really gone too far. It ends here."

He walked to the door, pulling it open without looking back. "If you keep pushing, whether it's Julian or her, you and I—we're no longer family. Even if it breaks me, I'll fight you to the end."

Bang!

A glass slammed into the closed door, water trickling down its surface before pooling around the shattered pieces on the floor.

Sophia slapped the table, her palm pressed over a crumpled red invitation. Her face grew darker and darker.

"Useless fool!"

She'd had enough.

Mila, of course, had no idea the Pembroke siblings were on the brink of falling out over an engagement invitation. She was busy handling the details for the engagement party.

Most of the work, honestly, was left to Forrest. When it wasn't him, she'd simply hire people to take care of things. But some important calls she had to handle herself-old friends, business partners, people from her design circle-either confirming details or sending their congratulations...

Her throat felt raw from the constant talking.

Stepping out onto the study's small balcony after another call, Mila took a sip of tea and leaned back in the rocking chair, hoping to bask in the sun for a few minutes' rest. But her phone rang again.

"Seriously?"

She exhaled twice, answered without looking at the screen, and slipped automatically into her usual greeting. "Hello, this is Mila."

Her voice, already hoarse, faltered for a

"...Hello?"

"It's me."

Conrad Montgomery's voice.

at the contact name to be sure, and whatever relaxation she'd felt instantly vanished. Her tone grew wary, all business. "... Did you need

"You're getting engaged?"

about this by Lysander's father was bizarre, but she answered

"...Yes."

sure?

"I am."

didn't you invite

casual. "We are your elders, after all. I remember promising you if you ever remarried, I'd make sure to give you a

Mila wanted was

intentions, even after not receiving an invitation? And how could he talk about it so calmly, as if nothing had happened-like this was

did he manage

ceased

was almost

had happened, but Mila was done pretending.

she'd

"Chairman Montgomery."

was the only one left in the dark, wracked with guilt and pain. I was paraded around like a fool, every move judged and manipulated

it fun for