Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 175

After Mila calmed her racing thoughts, she returned to the hospital room.

Pushing the door open, she paused in surprise. The room was bathed in moonlight, and there sat Julian on the bed, wearing his fuzzy raccoon pajamas, staring blankly. He only looked up when he heard the door.

"Mom..."

His voice choked with emotion, and he prepared to leap off the bed, barefoot.

Mila quickly rushed over, gently keeping him on the bed. "It's okay, it's okay. What's wrong?"

"I thought you were gone," Julian's voice trembled with fear.

"No, sweetheart. I just stepped out for a bit. See, I'm back now..."

Mila had never left in the middle of the night before. She hadn't realized just how sensitive her son could be. After all, when she left, he was sound asleep.

After soothing him for quite some time, Julian finally drifted back to sleep.

But Mila couldn't rest. She kept glancing at her phone, suppressing her worry as she waited for news.

Time crept forward, and before dawn, the faint sound of cars could be heard from outside the hospital.

It was past four in the morning.

Just as Mila was about to lose her patience, her phone vibrated again. Not wanting to leave the room this time, she answered it by the window, using her body to block out the chilly air.

"Hello?"

"It's me!" Miranda's voice came through, tinged with excitement. "It's done! I locked him in the basement!"

Mila sighed in relief.

The villa she purchased at Oakwood Estates had a basement, mostly used for storing old or valuable items. She had replaced all the door locks with a central password system, which Miranda knew about.

"Actually, let's do a video call. Show me who it is, so I can find out more."

Since they were already involved, she needed to know who they were dealing with, to avoid any future surprises.

Miranda complied with each instruction.

Through her phone screen, Mila watched as a weak-looking man leaned against the wall in the surveillance footage, silent.

Roland?

How could it be him? What was going on?

Well, at least she didn't need to investigate further.

As Mila wrestled with her confusion, the man in the footage slowly raised his head, eyes locking onto the camera. He coughed lightly, blood staining his lips, and despite his pallor, managed a faint, difficult smile.