Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 200

Perhaps it had been too long since Adrian last saw his mother. As soon as dinner was over, he clung to her, asking her to help with his homework, give him a bath, and insisted on sleeping together that night.

All this left her with no time to contact the lawyer, which would have to wait until the next day.

As for the bath, her hand was injured, so she just sat nearby and kept Adrian company with conversation.

Sleeping together, however, she didn't refuse.

That night, Lysander didn't come home, and Leonard stood watch outside the door all night.

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The next morning, bright and early.

"Mom, can't you take me to school?"

Adrian, backpack in hand, stood by the car, visibly unhappy.

His mother was finally back, yet she wasn't taking him to school. His father was nowhere to be seen, either, leaving him feeling abandoned.

"Mrs. Fontaine's hand is injured, so she can't go out today. She will, later on."

Despite having stayed up all night, Leonard looked fresh, showing no signs of fatigue. He crouched down to gently persuade Adrian, and eventually managed to get the reluctant child into the car, instructing the driver to take the young master to school safely.

Confined in the master bedroom, Mila rose early, and after breakfast, she settled on the balcony, staring toward the villa's gate while making a call to her lawyer.

The call was answered by a middle-aged woman, the core of the legal team.

They had been expecting her call, having already communicated with Jade about the unexpected developments in yesterday's hearing. The lawyer picked up quickly.

The lawyer spoke again.

"Given the current scenario, I advise against focusing on the lawsuit. If you can't negotiate privately, my suggestion is to separate."

"Whether you go abroad or find another way, just stop living with him. After two years of separation, the marriage will be deemed irretrievably broken, and you can file for divorce again, which should be granted without issue."

The legal team, after coming to grips with Lysander's tricky nature, believed that Mila should leave the country. Stay away for two years, and once they filed again, she would only need to return for the court appearance.

Finally, some good news.

Mila felt a surge of relief and was about to discuss the plan further when she heard movement outside the balcony.

Lysander, who hadn't been home all night, was striding toward her. Tall and imposing, his eyes narrowed slightly, a faint, enigmatic smile on his lips as he casually inquired, "Who is my wife on the phone with?"