Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 529

Leonard took the knife, grabbed the antiseptic from the tray, and rinsed the blade to wash away the traces of blood, his face as impassive as ever.

Sophia let out a scornful laugh. “You’re not afraid I might turn this knife on her? She’s hopeless in a fight.”

“That’s why I gave her a blunt one,” Leonard replied without emotion. He had never expected the knife to actually end up in Sophia’s side. The woman was no amateur—she could handle herself. He didn’t want an accident, so when Mila had asked him for a knife on the way over, he’d handed her one with only a half-sharpened edge.

If anything had happened, no one would have been seriously hurt. A little yelling, and he’d have time to rush in and break it up.

What he hadn’t expected was that the only one who actually got hurt was Sophia. That, he admitted to himself, was a surprise. What the hell had happened in there?

“When you two were inside—” he started to ask.

Sophia cut him off coldly. “I took a hit for this. If your boss doesn’t cough up something I’m satisfied with, we’re not done here. Or he can come over and let me slap him a few times—either works for me.”

Leonard fell silent.

“Where is she?” Sophia’s eyes swept the hospital room.

Apart from Julian, still lying unconscious in bed, it was just the two of them. Mila was nowhere to be seen.

So she’d vanished before things were even settled?

“She left,” Leonard said quietly. “What did you say to her?” Mila had stormed out earlier, snapping at him not to follow, and he’d had no idea what set her off.

“You let her go?” Sophia’s face darkened. “There’s still the kid to deal with!”

“She’ll be back,” Leonard replied, glancing at the boy passed out on the bed.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Sophia’s voice was icy. “She doesn’t have a choice. There are two people laid up here—thanks to her and her precious son. If she dares not come back, I’ll call the cops myself.”

Just then, the phone tossed on the table began to vibrate. Through the cracked screen, an odd name flickered—“Patient Friend.”

Sophia rolled her eyes. “Your boss is calling. You answer it.”

“I need to go keep an eye on her,” Leonard said, getting to his feet.

“Piece of crap,” Sophia muttered under her breath.

She pulled a cigarette from her pocket and held it to her nose, breathing in the scent a few times to calm herself. Just as she was about to answer the call, her gaze lingered on the sleeping child. She hesitated, cursed under her breath, and took the phone out to the small hospital balcony.

Closing the glass door behind her, she swiped to answer and put the call on speaker. With one hand, she touched the fresh bandages at her throat, inhaling the scent of her unlit cigarette to dull the ache.

“My neck’s killing me. Spare me the small talk,” she rasped.