Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 349

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The close bond between the cousins wasn’t just a matter of blood.

It probably had a lot to do with the fact that Lysander’s uncle—Carrol’s father—had died in the line of duty when Carrol was still young. Lysander’s parents had practically raised Carrol as their own.

Carrol, always steady and dependable, was much older than Lysander. He was more than just an older brother; he was almost a father figure.

He was also the most promising member of this generation of the Montgomery family—the one everyone expected to rise the farthest.

Although he’d enlisted early and spent years away from home, the distance never weakened their bond. If anything, it grew stronger. After Lysander married, Mila would sometimes catch him on the phone with Carrol. The warmth and gentle affection in his voice were rare glimpses of his softer side.

So many years had gone by without seeing each other.

She never expected their paths to cross again—here, of all places.

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After a brief, charged silence, Mila forced a small smile and spoke softly. “Good evening, sir.”

Carrol nodded in acknowledgment.

Another heavy pause settled over the room. Even with the tension thick in the air, Mila pressed on. “The people at the camp—are they alright?”

“The rescue team’s on it. Everyone’s safe.”

She finally let out the breath she’d been holding. That was all that mattered. Only then did she dare to ask about those who’d tried to kill her. “Did you catch any of the people who came after me? And if you did... what will happen to them?”

“We’ll deal with them according to the law. If the charges are serious enough—” Carrol’s cool gaze flicked to her, and he finished in a low, deliberate voice, “they’ll face a firing squad.”

He didn’t elaborate on what exactly counted as “serious enough.”

And, truthfully, that wasn’t her place to ask.

Mila exhaled slowly, then hesitantly asked about the people pulling the strings behind the attack. After all, the ones who’d come after her were just following orders—the real threat might still be out there, waiting for another chance. How unlucky could she get?

This time, Carrol didn’t answer.

Silence closed in again.

The suffocating tension in the room only deepened—until, out of nowhere, Carrol looked straight at her and spoke. The subject caught her completely off-guard.

“I hear from Lysander you’re planning to divorce him. That boy can be a little intense, but it’s only because he cares. He takes marriage and family very seriously. Are you sure there isn’t some misunderstanding? After seven years together, can’t you sit down and talk things through?”

His voice was calm and even, almost detached.

It didn’t sound like he was pleading with her to stay. If anything, it was the tone of someone handling a grave matter of business—formal, almost cold. It left Mila with a strange sense of pressure.

She blinked, caught off guard.

Was Carrol really bringing this up? He truly was a good brother... For a moment, she didn’t know what to say; the room grew still.

Eventually, Mila gave a dry, awkward laugh.

“Sir, maybe you should talk to Lysander. He’s already torn up several copies of the divorce papers. He listens to you more than anyone. If you say the word, he’ll stop making things difficult for me.”

“You said it yourself—seven years of marriage. There’s no need for us to treat each other like enemies.”

“Why can’t we separate on good terms?”