Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 139

Jade was having a leisurely afternoon tea, chatting with Father Benedict about various philosophical topics. However, the serene moment was interrupted when Mila and Eugene walked in. After politely excusing themselves to Father Benedict, they quickly ushered her out the door.

"Why are we leaving so early? We don't have anything to do back home," Jade said, puzzled.

"Are you kidding? There's plenty to do!" Mila replied, her voice lowered conspiratorially once they were outside. "Auntie, are you really satisfied just visiting one church? Visiting more will surely bring more blessings!"

Jade paused, considering the logic in Mila's words. While it made some sense, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Wouldn't the saints get upset if she prayed to too many at once? Despite her reservations, she decided to go along with it. After all, she was donating generously at each church.

As the day wore on, Jade found herself increasingly enthusiastic about visiting each new church. Meanwhile, Mila and Eugene were exhausted from the marathon of visits. Their legs ached, and the scent of candles had left them feeling dizzy. They couldn't fathom where Jade got her energy, still lively even as night fell. By the time they returned home, Mila and Eugene were utterly spent, while Jade, with a triumphant air and a bag full of prayer cards, teased them for their lack of stamina.

"Look at you youngsters... You just can't keep up," she said dismissively, heading to her room with a satisfied grin.

The next day at breakfast, Jade casually asked, "When is Adrian coming over for New Year's?"

Even though she didn't expect her grand-nephew to spend the holiday with them, she thought he would at least visit. The festivities had already come and gone, and there was still no sign of him.

Mila rolled her eyes. "It's not like that. This is Eugene, the second son of the Montgomery family."

"Lysander's brother?!" Miranda exclaimed, momentarily forgetting to keep her voice down. Realizing she was drawing attention, she leaned in and whispered, "He doesn't look anything like him. He's... well, prettier."

It was a fair observation. The Montgomery family was known for their striking looks, each member distinct in their handsomeness. Conrad, the patriarch, was imposing and ruggedly handsome. Lysander was tall and sleek, with a dangerously alluring charm. Eugene, however, had a softer, more ethereal beauty. He was tall, but his features were delicate, exuding a more understated charisma.

Listening to Miranda's rapid-fire commentary, Mila shook her head and lightly tapped her friend's arm. "Just don't call him 'pretty' to his face. He really hates that."