Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 536

“What is it?”

Mila Sutherland answered the call, barely hiding her irritation. If she had any choice in the matter, she’d never pick up when this woman called—her calls always meant trouble.

“...Where are you?”

On the other end, Sophia Pembroke clearly picked up on Mila’s annoyed tone—and was that disgust, too? After a few seconds of chilly silence, Sophia finally spoke, her voice sharp and accusing.

“Is there a reason you’re calling?” Mila didn’t want to answer her question.

“What do you mean by that?” Sophia’s tone turned even colder. “You slice someone’s neck and this is your attitude? My son and I landed in the hospital because of your son. We’re both seriously injured, yet you don’t even bother to show up at the hospital to sort things out or give us an explanation. What now, are you trying to run away? Or should we just take this to court?”

Court, court—always threatening with court!

Seriously injured and in the hospital?

Pity you didn’t cut your own throat all the way through.

Mila seethed inwardly. Of course, she’d never say that out loud; if she had actually finished the job, she wouldn’t be standing here at her son’s school, answering the phone—she’d be in an orange jumpsuit, talking through a glass partition. What a nightmare.

Why couldn’t all these lunatics just stay far away from her life?

“I’ll come by later.” Whatever her personal feelings, Mila knew she had to show up at the hospital. Even if she didn’t care about Sophia’s insufferable brat, she couldn’t just leave Julian Pembroke to rot—regardless of the fact that it wasn’t her child who’d pushed him.

Not that she had any proof.

And it wasn’t as if she was entirely uninvolved.

Whether she liked it or not, she was tangled up in this mess.

Sophia, hearing Mila hadn’t tried to worm her way out, seemed slightly mollified, but her words were still sharp. “Come now.”

“I can’t right now.” Mila refused, her tone flat.

“Do you want me to sue you?”

“I told you—I’ll come later.”

Sue, sue, sue—it’s always court with you. Mila’s irritation spiked; she snapped, her voice icy. “I said, I’ll be there later.” Then she hung up with a sharp click.

Back at the hospital, Sophia stood in the hallway, her neck wrapped in gauze, her face expressionless as she stared at her phone for a long moment—then, with a sudden jerk, hurled it against the wall.

The screen, already cracked, splintered even more.

How dare that woman hang up on her!

Just then, a young man in a suit—Sophia’s assistant from the Pembroke Group—pushed open the door with a file folder in hand, ready to report on some business. He caught the tail end of her outburst and, in one smooth motion, closed the door again and retreated. No need to get involved—best to come back later.