Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 19

"Sis?" The term hung awkwardly in the air.

Technically, it wasn't entirely wrong. Giselle and Lysander were the same age, while Mila was a year younger. Back in college, Lysander was a year ahead of her.

But did that justify such a casual term of endearment between her and Giselle?

Mila ignored Giselle's outstretched hand, having nothing to say to the group in front of her.

"I'm still working, make yourselves comfortable," she remarked, her tone clearly dismissive.

Giselle, unfazed, didn't retract her hand. Instead, she casually shifted her gaze and affectionately tousled Adrian's hair. "It's been a few years since we last met. I heard from Adrian you make excellent Southern cuisine. I love it too, and I've been meaning to visit."

Turning to Lysander with a gentle smile, she added, "Lysander agreed as well. Looks like today might be the perfect time. Why don't we head back together after you're done?"

Head back? To where exactly? Who decided this for her? She wasn't dead yet!

Just as Mila was about to refuse, Adrian tugged at her arm, whining, "Yes, yes! Mom, your cooking is amazing, and I want some too. Giselle's finally here—tonight's perfect!"

Mila felt a pang in her chest, barely keeping her smile from faltering.

She was disappointed in Adrian. But as a mother, she had the duty and responsibility to fulfill her child's reasonable wishes. Sacrificing herself, however, wasn't part of the deal.

Taking a deep breath, she maintained a polite, apologetic smile and turned to Jasper, who was sitting across the table, looking as if he wished he could disappear. "Mr. Shaw, I'm terribly sorry. I have a situation to handle. Please, head back first. I'll contact you later."

Family matters shouldn't be aired in public, so she needed to clear the scene first.