Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 259

Nighttime at the hospital.

Leonard arrived as usual to give his daily update. After he finished, the man lying quietly in the hospital bed, who had listened in silence until now, suddenly spoke up.

“How’s my wife been lately?”

Leonard, caught off guard, kept his face expressionless. “She’s doing well.”

Lysander fell quiet for a moment, then asked, “You went over there last night. Did she ask you anything?”

With his hospital stay keeping him away, Lysander had Leonard visit Crimson Gardens every evening to keep tabs on things. If anything happened, Leonard was the one to report it.

Knowing full well that Mrs. Montgomery wasn’t at Crimson Gardens—so no matter what, she couldn’t possibly know—Leonard could only steel himself and try to imagine how she’d respond.

“She didn’t ask.”

“…And her mood?”

“I think she’s okay.”

Lysander’s brow furrowed. His gaze fixed on Leonard, those fox-like eyes growing dark and inscrutable. After a long pause, he finally let out a cold, mirthless laugh.

“She cracked my head open, and hasn’t bothered to visit the hospital once. I suppose she must be in great spirits, huh?”

Leonard fell silent for two beats, then deftly shifted the topic. “Forrest’s new company is holding a launch party this weekend. The invitation’s already arrived—do you plan on attending, sir?”

Lysander’s eyes glinted coldly. “Look at me. Do you think I’m in any shape to go?”

Leonard’s gaze lingered on Lysander’s forehead, where the bandages had just come off and the wound was still pink and raw. He said nothing.

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Bamboo Grove.

After dinner, once Mila had tucked the child in for the night, she was just about to drift off herself when someone knocked at the bedroom door.

It was Forrest.

“Mimi, the company just went public. I’m hosting a celebration tomorrow night. Would you be my date?”

A party?

Would anyone from Montgomery Holdings be there?

And lately, Forrest had mentioned Lysander was recovering well. What if he showed up…? Mila instinctively wanted to refuse.