Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 382

“You told me everything was foolproof, didn’t you? Yet here we are, the very first day, and someone’s gone missing—vanished from the top floor of what you called a highly secure hospital. And now you’re telling me you have no idea what happened? Are you kidding me?!”

In the hospital’s top-floor corridor,

Miranda glared furiously at Sophie, her voice sharp with accusation.

No one could possibly understand what she felt—she’d barely arrived with Julian at Jade’s place, hadn’t even closed her eyes for an hour, when she got the call in the dead of night: Mila was missing.

The very first night.

Who could move so fast?

And this was supposed to be the most secure floor, the top of a building twenty stories up—a place you’d need to be Spider-Man to reach, for God’s sake!

What a joke.

Right now, Miranda was even starting to suspect Sophie herself.

“Ms. Wayne, the security system for the entire hospital was sabotaged last night. Whoever did this came prepared,” Sophie said, exasperated. “I’ve already sent people out to search, and I’ve contacted the Transit Authority to pull traffic footage around the area, see if anyone suspicious was lurking nearby.”

“There’s something else I don’t get.”

Miranda frowned, her tone tight.

“I assumed the real target was Chairman Sutherland—that maybe some old enemy was out for revenge. We watched the room all night, nothing happened, and yet it’s Ms. Sutherland who’s disappeared. Whoever did this knew exactly who they wanted. But the truth is, only a handful of Splendid’s top people even know about Ms. Sutherland’s connection to the Chairman. If this is a kidnapping threat…”

Miranda understood.

What Sophie was implying was clear: she’d been convinced the target was Jade—and so all the precautions last night had been focused on the patient’s room.

And now, Mila was gone.

Yet Sophie still seemed to think this was about threatening Splendid through Mila. Miranda was ready to explode.

She ran a hand through her hair in pure frustration, pacing back and forth.

Trying to keep her temper, she said, “We made this clear yesterday. This isn’t about Chairman Sutherland. It’s Mila. She’s the target!”

“You mean Giselle?” Sophie’s brow knitted. “But I can tell you for sure, neither she nor the Harvey family has the resources or reach to pull off something like this—not here.”

“What if the Harveys aren’t working alone?”

Miranda took a steadying breath. “Didn’t we talk about this exact possibility yesterday? That maybe they’re working with one of Mila’s other enemies?”

“I’m positive!” Miranda insisted, though she was starting to feel drained. All this arguing was pointless—they still had to wait for news from the people out searching. Her patience was wearing thin.

Done with the back-and-forth, Miranda turned to leave—only for Sophie to speak up behind her, “What about the Montgomery family?”

Miranda froze.

Slowly, she turned back to face Sophie. “What did you say?”

“I said—the Montgomery family.”

Sophie’s expression grew thoughtful. “If Ms. Sutherland has no enemies here, and the culprits weren’t after Chairman Sutherland, then the only other connection she has is the Montgomery family.”

“She is, after all, Mrs. Montgomery. I’m wondering if this could be about them.”

“Most of the Montgomerys’ overseas business—oil, mining, even some defense contracts—puts them in competition with some serious players. They have plenty of rivals. Maybe someone figured out Mila’s connection to the family and went after her because of that?”

“If we’re talking about the Montgomerys’ enemies, I know for a fact there are a few with the resources to pull something like this off here in England.”

Miranda was stunned.

She’d never even considered that possibility. In her mind, Mila was already separated from Lysander—practically divorced, living apart for months. As far as Miranda was concerned, Mila had nothing to do with the Montgomerys anymore.