Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 350

—She would never betray me again.

—She wouldn’t leave me so easily.

—She’d always stay by my side.

He had to harden his heart.

He’d made his decision, but the sound of the girl’s desperate cries and fists pounding on the door from somewhere down the hall made his hands tremble uncontrollably at his sides. Rainwater trickled from his hair and across his eyes, masking the lifeless look in them.

Leonard saw it all.

For a moment, he truly couldn’t tell which of them was more desperate—the girl beating on the door out in the rain, or the young master standing motionless beneath the storm.

Both were stubborn to the core.

The commotion only ended when Felicity’s people came and carried the girl back inside. It was only then that the young man’s strained expression eased, if only a little. Not long after, his phone vibrated.

It was Felicity calling.

She told him to come home. Now.

Lysander lingered outside for a moment, then allowed Leonard to drive him back. He’d barely stepped out of the car, not even reached the front door, when Felicity’s sharp voice cut through the downpour.

She ordered him to kneel outside. In the rain.

For the first time, Leonard saw that gentle, ever-gracious lady show a fierce, unyielding side. Conrad tried to soothe her, urging her not to get too upset, but he didn’t object to her scolding Lysander.

Lysander obeyed.

The rain soaked him to the bone, making his disheveled state all the more pitiful. His mother’s words lashed at him—how could he do something like this? He had to take responsibility! But he said nothing.

Until someone burst out from inside.

“Sir, ma’am, the young lady—she’s fainted!”

The young man, still kneeling in the rain, suddenly sprang to his feet and rushed into the house, charging straight toward the commotion. He could barely bring himself to look at the girl lying on the bed, her face pale as a sheet. Gripping the doctor’s arm in a panic, he struggled to speak.

The doctor quickly reassured him.

“Don’t worry, sir. The young lady just suffered from emotional stress and being caught in the rain. She fainted, but she’ll be alright.”

Still trembling, Lysander managed to croak out, “The baby—the baby can’t be harmed…”

This child can’t be lost.

“Rest assured. I’ve checked—the baby’s heartbeat is a little unsteady, but nothing serious. She just needs careful rest. The young lady’s health is quite good.”

Only then did Lysander let out a long breath.

After the doctor left, and everyone else had cleared out, he knelt at the bedside, drained, clutching Mila’s cold hand between his own. Bowing his head, his voice cracked with emotion.

“Mila, I’m so cold…”

No answer came.

…

Outside the room—

Felicity had watched the young man lose control and now stood trembling, Conrad’s arms wrapped gently around her in comfort.

“A girl with no status, no background—she’s good for nothing. You want to have your fun, fine; I turn a blind eye. But now you’re thinking of marrying her?!”

Bang!

Another blow from the cane.

Lysander stood tall. “My marriage is my own business. Don’t even think about using me for some business alliance. Even if you beat me to death right here, I’d still choose her!”

“Your own business?”

His grandfather sneered, cane thudding against the floor.

“Fine. Haven’t you always insisted you don’t want to inherit the family business so soon? Want to keep studying that useless computer science—chasing your so-called dreams?”

“Fine. I’ll give you a choice.”

“Your future, or your woman. Pick one.”

Lysander said nothing.

His grandfather let out a cold laugh. “Take your time. Go to the chapel, kneel before your ancestors, and think about it.”

The chapel was lit with candles, their flames flickering in the gloom.

They’d taken away the kneeling cushions. Lysander knelt alone on the hard floor, facing the rows of ancestral plaques. The candlelight cast his shadow long and wavering behind him.

In the silence of that dim room, every sound was amplified—even the beat of his own heart.

He knelt there, counting the steady rhythm in the quiet, and as the hours—days—dragged on, his heartbeat slowly lost its rhythm.