Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 530

After Mila left the hospital in a huff, she had no idea Sophia was nursing yet another grudge against her.

Not that Mila would care even if she knew.

Her feud with Sophia had been simmering for years; at this point, adding one more grievance to the pile hardly made a difference.

As the saying goes: when you’re already deep in debt, what’s one more bill?

That was just the way things were.

Besides, right now she had far more pressing problems. Storming away from the hospital in anger, she’d driven straight to the Pembroke estate, only to lose her nerve at the front gate. She’d thought through what she wanted to say, but standing here now, she found herself uncertain how to face Adrian.

She was worried.

Worried that Adrian really had a hand in all this.

Under the night sky, her car sat parked along a tree-lined lane not far from the mansion, streetlights casting soft pools of light. Mila sat behind the wheel for a long moment before finally forcing herself out of the car and heading toward the Pembroke Mansion’s grand entrance.

Enough.

Hadn’t she already made up her mind?

She needed to hear from her son.

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“So many photos!”

“Mr. Whitmore, have you known my mom for a long time?” In the living room, Adrian was curled up on the couch, flipping through photo after photo on Forrest’s phone.

They were all snapshots from Mila’s college days—some with Forrest, some just of her alone, every one carefully preserved in Forrest’s cloud album.

Forrest had brought them up to distract Adrian, and it worked; the boy’s attention was fully captured, and at least he’d stopped fidgeting.

“That’s right. I’ve known your mom since we were little. She was always so full of life back then... just like she is now.” Forrest sat beside Adrian, smiling fondly as he reminisced.

“Full of life?” Adrian tilted his head, studying him.

With his glasses glinting under the overhead light, Forrest’s eyes were hard to see, but his gentle smile and calm demeanor made him seem every bit the kind uncle—one his mom clearly trusted.

“Absolutely.” Forrest nodded, then tried to explain: “You know King Arthur’s knights? That kind of spirit.”

Adrian’s eyes lit up. “My mom was a knight?”

Forrest chuckled. “Not exactly. It’s more about having that kind of courage and willpower. Really, anyone can be a knight, Adrian. Maybe when you grow up a little more, you’ll understand.”