Leonard paused for a moment, sensing Mila wouldn't want to hear the word "cold," and wisely diverted the conversation away from illness.
"Madam, you were quite bold this time. You should be more careful in the future."
Mila frowned, "Is that all?"
She thought he was here to discuss something serious. This superficial concern was less welcome than a signed divorce agreement!
Pointing to the door, she said coldly, "You can leave now."
Leonard didn't show any emotion despite her cold reception. He stood up silently, but before leaving, he turned back to her with an indifferent gaze.
"Madam, that's just my personal advice."
"You'd be wise to drop the lawsuit and continue as best you can. If you escalate things, you'll be the one who suffers."
Suffer?
Mila laughed, a bitter laugh, "What, you plan to lock me up again? Leonard, do you even have a heart?"
The thought of events from seven years ago stirred emotions she couldn't easily calm.
"Whether you all have hearts or not, I haven't spent these seven years in vain. Get out!"
Her voice was low and full of restrained anger.
Leonard gave her a long look, then turned and left.
Mila sat still for a long time, staring at the gently swinging door, until a small hand touched her, bringing her back to herself.
"Mommy?"
Julian leaned on the side of the bed, tilting his head to look at her with innocent, clear eyes.
Mila exhaled slowly, realizing her back was damp with cold sweat. She held the child's small, warm hand, feeling her heartbeat finally steady.
Yes, she's no longer the helpless person she was seven years ago.
This time, she would succeed!
......
Leonard stepped out of the hospital room and stopped abruptly.
Eugene was leaning against the wall, elegantly twirling his phone in his long fingers. He looked over with a smile in his eyes, though it was unclear how long he had been listening.
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