Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 547

If Adrian refused to leave, there wasn’t much she could do.

All she could do was fulfill her responsibility.

Still, before she left, she had to consider what might happen if Adrian was willing to go but unable to. She was definitely heading to the UK, which meant she needed someone trustworthy to stay behind and look after Adrian.

The Montgomery family was out of the question—getting them involved would only make things messier.

That left Forrest.

With an organization protecting him, neither Cossio nor the Montgomerys would easily get to Adrian... and, honestly, Forrest was the only person she trusted right now. Leaving Adrian with him gave her peace of mind.

What she didn’t expect was just how much Adrian disliked Forrest.

But she had to try.

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“Adrian, I’ll be heading out soon. During the day, Mr. Whitmore will stay with you. If you need anything—meals, help, whatever—just ask him... If something really comes up, call me, okay?”

Lillian’s Manor.

She led Adrian on a short tour of the house, making sure he got his bearings. Once that was done—and remembering she had to leave soon—Mila finally spoke.

They’d agreed on this plan the night before.

Adrian wasn’t happy, but he nodded.

As Mila’s car disappeared down the drive, Adrian’s gaze fell on the man in front of him—his gentle smile never wavering. Instantly, Adrian’s face darkened. With a huff, he turned to march back inside, making it clear he had no intention of acknowledging Forrest.

He didn’t want this man’s company at all.

But as he turned, Forrest’s hand landed lightly on his shoulder. Before Forrest could say a word, Adrian snapped, “Let go! When Mom gets back, I’m telling her you hit me!”

This little brat.

He could change moods faster than flipping a switch.

Forrest just kept smiling, his tone patient. “You can tell her whatever you want, but your mom wants to see photos of you eating and having fun while she’s gone. Otherwise, she’ll worry. Are you sure you don’t want to help her feel better?”

He knew the kid was clever. After what happened at the Pembroke estate, their motives were clear enough—no need for pretense.

He decided to be blunt.

He was betting Adrian would compromise for his mother’s sake.

“Don’t touch me!”

Adrian shook off Forrest’s hand, glaring. He didn’t say another word of protest, but he wasn’t backing down, either; instead, he jabbed a finger at Forrest.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. As long as I’m here, you can forget it—I’ll never accept you!”

As if that wasn’t enough, he added furiously, “You adults are all the same—so fake!”

Forrest couldn’t help but laugh.

He ruffled Adrian’s hair on purpose, feigning innocence. “Call me Mr. Whitmore. And what makes you say I’m fake? Did I do something to upset you?”

“Don’t touch me!”

Adrian slapped his hand away, face flushed with anger, especially after remembering the phone contact he’d seen last time.