Mila wasn't surprised by Adrian's attitude, but she didn't have the energy to placate him. She was convinced she wasn't in the wrong.
From now on, her relationship with Adrian would be nothing more than a responsibility.
Knowing Adrian was in the car, Mila refrained from bringing up the topic of divorce with Lysander in front of the child. Such discussions were inappropriate for young ears.
It was the height of rush hour in Kingsford around six or seven in the evening. A drive that usually took just over half an hour had stretched to an hour, and they still hadn't arrived. To make matters worse, something unexpected happened midway.
Lysander took a phone call.
The moment his face softened, and he spoke in an uncharacteristically gentle tone, Mila immediately knew who was on the other end—Giselle.
"Don't worry, I'll be right there," Lysander said.
After hanging up, he looked at Mila with a blank expression and said flatly, "I have something to take care of. I can't make it to the family dinner tonight."
Mila felt a chill in her heart, suspecting the worst. "What do you mean?"
"I've arranged for a driver from the family estate to pick you up," Lysander replied.
With that, he instructed Leonard, the driver, to escort Mila out of the car. Without delay, he drove off with Adrian, who was also anxious to see Giselle.
Standing in the biting wind, Mila watched the car disappear into the distance, feeling utterly desolate.
Eventually numbed by it all, she took out her phone to call for a ride back to her apartment, deciding against dining at the Montgomery family estate.
Just then, her phone buzzed with a call from her mother-in-law.
As soon as she picked up, a voice, both angry and caring, came through. "That son of mine, how could he leave you stranded in this cold? I swear, when he returns, I'll teach him a lesson! I'll make sure he never does this again!"
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