Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 373

“I’ll think about it some more.”

“It’s been a while since we visited your uncle and aunt. Since we have some time today, Adrian, do you want to come along?”

Adrian glanced at his father and nodded.

Giselle was thrilled.

She dropped the topic of leaving the country, took Adrian’s hand, and, chatting and laughing with Lysander, headed downstairs. As for Mila, she didn’t mention her at all.

……

She never expected Mila to make it back alive.

The people she’d hired before were utterly useless—how could they fail to deal with a woman who was all alone? And now, she’d lost all contact with that group. Worried something had gone wrong, she didn’t dare reach out again.

Today, she’d only come by to see if Lysander had noticed anything, wanting to test the waters. Seeing him act as cordial as ever, she finally relaxed a little—but not completely. As long as Mila was around, she could never truly rest easy.

Especially now, with Mila living right here in Kingsford.

Soon, they arrived at the Harvey home.

At dinner, everyone kept the conversation light and cheerful, sticking to small talk. In the end, Lysander and his son stayed over for the night.

Later, Charles Harvey called Giselle into his study.

“What’s going on with Lysander lately? He suddenly left Kingsford the other day, and Mila showed up right after. Are you sure he doesn’t have feelings for her? And how is she even back? Did you mess up?”

“I’m sure,” Giselle answered firmly. “I can’t reach those people anymore, so I don’t know what went wrong.”

“You’ve lost contact?”

Charles fell silent for a moment, then said, “Don’t try to reach them again. Wipe every trace of your communication—consider it never happened.”

“I understand.”

“If you’re so sure Lysander doesn’t care about that woman, then why hasn’t he filed for divorce? What’s he waiting for?” Charles pressed.

“Dad, the paperwork’s already been filed. In thirty days, it’ll be official.”

“Can you guarantee that?”

Charles still looked uneasy.

Giselle fell quiet.

In truth, she couldn’t promise anything. Lysander’s attitude toward Mila was a complete mystery to her now. She tried to reassure her father, but deep down, she was anything but certain.

After a moment, her eyes sharpened with resolve. “Don’t worry, Dad. I still have other ways.”

“What do you mean?”

“Thirty days is too long,” Giselle said. “I’ll find a way to force Mila out of the country in the next few days. Once she’s gone, no one will be able to help her.”

Charles stared at her, then frowned as he realized what she was implying. “You’re planning to use… Are you sure it won’t backfire?”

Giselle smiled.

“Dad, it’s not as if we’re getting our hands dirty ourselves. It has nothing to do with us. If we’d thought of this sooner, things would’ve been much simpler.”

Charles finally grinned too.

……

Just outside the study, Charlotte Brown was crouched at the door, straining to catch bits and pieces of their conversation. The soundproofing was too good; she only managed to gather the general idea.

Something about… hurting Mila?

It was hard to say whether this was a good thing or not. The boy seemed so traumatized that he remembered nothing of what had happened in the restaurant. When he saw Mila, he rushed into her arms, beaming.

“Mom!”

Seeing he had no memory of the restaurant, and realizing he also hadn’t recalled witnessing his birth mother kill his father as a child, Mila and Nathaniel both breathed a sigh of relief.

It was better if he never remembered any of that.

Too horrifying to bear.

They stayed at the hospital for a few more hours, just to be safe. That afternoon, Nathaniel drove them back to Bamboo Grove, dropped the boy off, and left.

“All settled?” Miranda came out to greet them.

After the incident at the restaurant last night, Mila had called her and asked her to go to Lillian’s Manor ahead of time, tidy up, and not wait around for her.

Once she was sure everyone was okay, Miranda grumbled, “I swear, you and the Montgomerys are just a disaster waiting to happen whenever you’re in the same room. Something always goes wrong. Maybe we should just avoid them from now on.”

Mila gave a wry smile.

She hadn’t planned for any of this, just her luck.

Miranda perked up when she saw Julian, pulling out the small toy she’d bought for him, trying to coax a smile from the shy boy. He hid behind Mila, barely daring to look at her, but Miranda seemed to enjoy the challenge.

After a while, she remembered something and pointed to a large envelope on the dining table.

“Oh, almost forgot!”

“The Harveys are up to something again. Out of nowhere, they’ve decided to throw a family dinner and sent a formal invitation over this morning. They want us to attend.”

She frowned. “I have a bad feeling about this.”