Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 526 "Do you really know what your child—and your husband-have been hiding from you?" Sophia's voice, cold and mocking, echoed down the dimly lit emergency stairwell of the hospital.

Mila froze in place.

What? Sophia only laughed.

She traced the vivid red handprint blooming across her cheek, her eyes blazing with fury. Suddenly, she leaned in, her tone taunting. "Do you want to know? I could tell you everything-the real truth. I could rip away the lies and show you the world for what it is. You're just so..... pitiful. Ha! Hahahaha!" Mila took a step back, bumping into the icy wall behind her. The hand gripping the knife trembled uncontrollably.

She hadn't even heard the truth yet.

Still, fear had already gripped her heart.

Don't believe her.

This woman hates you-nothing she says can be trusted... But didn't you always sense that something wasn't right? That so much just didn't add up? And besides- The Montgomerys are all liars! Was this really the first tthey'd deceived you? How many times have they lied? Are you sure you know all their secrets? -But my child wouldn't lie to me! He promised he wouldn't! Mila forced herself to focus, cold sweat trickling down her back. Her hand, still clutching the knife, gradually steadied. The resolve returned to her eyes. "I trust my child." "He would never do something like that!" "He promised me!" Sophia's laughter faded. She tilted her head, staring at Mila for a long moment. There was a flicker of surprise in her gaze-curiosity even, burning through the anger. How could someone, betrayed so many times, dare to trust again? And with that curiosity, jealousy flared up hot, bitter, and wild.

Why do you still have faith? Why do you get to believe, to move on as if nothing ever happened, while the rest of us are drowning in the sswamp of lies? Why you? Sophia hated the light in Mila's eyes. Suddenly, she forgot the plan she and Lysander had agreed on. She wanted nothing more than to tear that faith apart― to ruin it, to pollute it.

Would you break if you knew the truth? The real, ugly truth? The thought was intoxicating.

"What gives you the right?" Sophia hissed through clenched teeth, a low, bitter laugh escaping her lips. Ignoring the knife, she stepped forward, grabbed Mila's shoulders, and shoved her back against the wall. Her voice was a near-scream, ragged with rage. "What gives you the right?" Mila stared at her like she was insane.

It was one thing to rant and rave, but this woman had lunged at her—if Mila hadn't dodged in time, the knife would've actually cut her. She'd only meant to use it as a warning, never to actually hurt anyone.

After all- She wasn't going to prison for this.

She had too much to live for to throw it away over someone like Sophia.

She honestly hadn't expected Sophia to be so unhinged-rushing at her, completely unfazed by the knife. Just like Lysander: reckless, out of her mind! "Let go of me!" Mila felt the pressure on her shoulders, nearly dropping the knife. Gritting her teeth, she rammed her forehead forward.

Crack.

Pain shot through Mila's skull, eyes watering, but Sophia barely flinched.

Still pinning Mila in place, Sophia growled, "Don't you want to know what your husband and I agreed on? What they did using your child? Don't you want to know your son's true nature?" "No!" Mila shouted back.

At least, she didn't want to hear it from Sophia. Whatever Lysander had done, she didn't want to know and didn't care. As for Adrian-she'd hear it from him, and only him.

The struggle escalated, and Sophia lost patience.

Half a minute later- Sophia wrenched the knife away, pressing it coldly against Mila's throat. “So, do you want to hear it or not?" Mila was speechless.

She could maybe understand not being able to overpower a man, but why was Sophia-another woman-so much stronger than her? Was six years in prison really all it took? What could she do now? In this situation, whoever held the knife was in charge, and Sophia was clearly unstable. Back against the wall, Mila raised her hands and swallowed her pride. "Fine. Say it." Living room, Pembroke estate.

"So, you really know my mom? Did she send you here? Why didn't she Overe m cherself?" Adrian Seyes were N still red as he stared suspiciously at Mr. Whitmore, who claimed to be a close friend of his mother. "Yes. I do." Forrest answered each question patiently. "Someone in the

Pembroke family was badly hurt. Your mom had to check on them. first, but she was worried about you too. That's why she sent the person she trusts most-me, Mr. Whitmore-to stay with you. She'll be back very soon." To reassure Adrian, Forrest pulled out his phone and showed him a photo of himself and Mila back in college.

Adrian's doubts began to fade.

But another worry crept in, his voice quiet. "Why didn't Mom ctofirst? Doesn't she believe me? I didn't push Julian..." "Of course she believes you."

Forrest gave him a gentle smile. "It's just that things are complicated. She had to go to the hospital first to make sure that child was okay. But you know what? Instead of listening to a bunch of adults, why not wait for your mom to cback and ask her yourself?" Content bétongs to Adrian thought for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. I'll wait for Mom and ask her myself." "Good. That's very brave of you." Forrest smiled and ruffled Adrian's hair.

Adrian flinched, unused to the gesture, but remembering that this was the man his mother had sent to take care of him, he forced himself not to pull away.

Forrest chuckled softly, then asked, "We'll need to wait a bit longer. Are you hungry?"