Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 570

The resort's garden was abuzz with the open-air wedding reception.

The chatter reached a fever pitch when Mr. Ayers arrived. After all, he wasn't someone you stumbled across at just any event. Now that he was here, nobody wanted to miss their chance; every so often, someone would try to strike up a conversation—if not to ask about his latest research, then at least to put a name to a face.

But they all ran into a wall of ice.

The kindly old gentleman who, just moments ago, had seemed so warm and animated talking with Forrest-well, that side of him vanished entirely when the others approached. There was no trace of friendliness; just a cold, aloof reserve.

Not even a polite greeting.

No matter how many people gathered around, none managed to get a word in. Each time, one of the students Mr. Ayers brought along would step in, smiling and deflecting the conversation with a few pleasantries before steering them away.

There was simply no way to break through.

Inevitably, the crowd that had originally come just to observe began to reconsider their assumptions. Even if Mila had broken off with the Montgomery family- whether it was over money, power, or because she'd been cast out-she certainly wasn't someone to be underestimated.

They would have to wait and see.

The once festive lawn gradually quieted. As more guests arrived, murmurs urged the bride-to-be to make her entrance. But just as the anticipation peaked, a new cluster of guests swept in from the garden arch.

The whole place erupted with whispers.

People paused mid-conversation, all eyes turning toward the newcomers, surprise etched on their faces. The lively chatter faded, replaced by a hush that spread across the lawn.

Beneath the flowered archway, Forrest watched the approaching group, a crease forming between his brows. He turned to Cara, who was frozen at his side. "Go to the dressing room and let Mimi know what's happening here."

"Oh! Yes, of course!" Cara replied, snapping out of it.

Forrest composed himself and strode forward, greeting the newcomers with a practiced smile.

...

the crowd on the lawn was in full swing. Her arrival brought an instant lull; voices dropped, and glances flickered her way, some subtle, others not

are they?" she

but there was no sign of Forrest or any of

"Ms. Sutherland, over here."

far from the arch, caught her eye and gestured toward the house. As they walked together, he explained quietly, "It got a little crowded out here. Mr. Forrest

"Thank you," Mila said.

been pounding

saw two neat lines of black-suited security guards flanking a set of doors. One group was their

here for a

walked up to

guard at her side swung

herself on the way over, but her breath still caught

Her chest tightened.

Lysander!

What was he thinking?

a dozen layers of security and endless precautions.

nearby, ready

out of safety

you're trying to predict the actions of a madman. But are you a

She wasn't.

deeply for Felicity, cared about everything to do with his mother. Everything he did against Cossio was for Felicity for his mother. He would never put Felicity in

what was

"Mila!"

on the sofa, heard the

You're really not treating me like

the far

ribbons were stacked against the wall-presents from Felicity, nearly filling

all. Some of them are antiques and little treasures I know you'll love. I'll have them sent to

Felicity beamed at her.

"Mila?"