Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 540

“No major issues,” the doctor said.

After the examination, he asked Mila a few routine questions and concluded that, aside from being a bit run-down, she was generally healthy. His advice was the usual: don’t let work stress get to you, avoid late nights, try not to get upset, and if you are, don’t bottle it up.

Everything else was minor—nothing to worry about as long as she took care of herself.

With the doctor’s warnings echoing in her mind, Mila went to ask about Julian’s condition. The recommendation was the same as before: continue with medication for now, watch his progress over the next few days, and only consider surgery if there was no improvement.

Stepping out of the doctor’s office, Mila finally turned to face Leonard, who had been quietly following her, arms full of medical reports. She pinched the bridge of her nose, letting the doctor’s words settle before she spoke—calmly, but to the point.

“Are you following me?”

Since the morning, when she’d gone to Adrian’s school, she’d felt someone watching her. The feeling only faded when she entered the hospital. Knowing the Montgomery family’s usual antics, and now seeing Leonard here, it was hard not to suspect him.

“Following you?” Leonard frowned, sounding both direct and a little surprised. “If I, or anyone from the Montgomery family, were tailing you, you would never have noticed. Where exactly did you feel it?”

Mila pressed her lips together. She understood. This probably had nothing to do with the Montgomery family. Besides, she didn’t think Leonard would lie about something like this. If anything, the Montgomerys were so shameless that, if confronted about stalking, they’d probably admit it outright.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t done it openly before.

And truthfully, this sensation of being followed—it was a first for her.

Could it be… Cossio?

She hadn’t forgotten their shared enemy. There was no point in beating around the bush, so she told Leonard everything that felt off. He listened, pulled out his phone, and stepped aside to make a few calls—no doubt sending someone to investigate.

When he finished, Leonard returned. “Chairman Sutherland, things aren’t safe right now. You should move back to the old house or stay with the family patriarch for a while.”

“Is Cossio making a move?” Mila asked, guessing the reason.

Leonard nodded. “Looks like it.”

So it was happening.

Even though she’d suspected it, hearing the confirmation made Mila’s mind go blank for a moment. Her left hand twitched slightly, that familiar phantom ache shooting up her arm and shoulder—the memory of the two bullets Cossio had fired into her.

The wounds had healed, but she’d never forgotten.

That man was terrifying.

She could still feel the panic of life slipping away as blood seeped from the bullet holes, still remember the suffocating helplessness of hanging onto life by a thread in that mansion, like a marionette with its strings about to snap… and the man who’d orchestrated it all was on his way.