Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 137

It was early on New Year's Day, and the brisk morning air was filled with excitement. After exchanging warm wishes and having breakfast, Jade, along with Mila and Eugene, set off to St. Michael's Cathedral to offer prayers for blessings.

During the drive, Mila occasionally checked her phone, hoping for messages. Besides the flood of greetings from friends, there was nothing more. She had already video-called her great-aunt and her mother-in-law to extend her New Year wishes.

But there was still no message from Adrian. Perhaps he was still asleep after staying up late to ring in the New Year? She sighed, having not expected much. Mila turned off her phone and decided to let it go.

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The car rolled into Westridge Heights, and the trio stepped out into the crisp air. They walked through the misty, evergreen forest and passed through the ornate stained glass gates, entering the cathedral.

Along the path, blooming golden daffodils lined the way, truly living up to their reputation as the crown jewels of Kingsford. However, the crowd was overwhelming.

Jade frequently donated to the cathedral, and her generosity was well-known. It wasn't long before one of the clergy members approached them, inviting them into the inner sanctuary for tea and a brief rest.

After noon, when the chapel reopened, the three of them entered to pray. Inside, a massive sculpture of a reclining Christ dominated the altar, eyes half-open, exuding a benevolent and majestic aura.

Jade approached first to light a candle. Kneeling before the altar, she silently made her wishes known—

"May my great-niece's divorce go smoothly, and if she remarries, let her find a kind, capable, and understanding partner."

"Blessed Lord, if my prayers are answered, I will return to offer my gratitude."

Her heart full of hope, she bowed reverently.

Eugene, having never visited such a place with his family elders, followed suit, lighting a candle and kneeling to pray.

"Although I don't really believe in these things," he mused, "please, Lord, my brother doesn't deserve this. If you're listening, help my sister get through her divorce successfully, and make sure to take me with you on this journey. I promise to repay the favor!"

He almost got up but added one more thought, "And maybe, let my brother grow old alone. Thank you, Lord!"

He bowed with utmost sincerity.