Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 448

Headquarters Office.

After skimming the new project proposal and Giselle Harvey’s AI Automation Coverage Plan on her desk, Mila Sutherland pushed the papers back toward Randall McKenna and, for the second time, gave a firm, unambiguous answer.

“No.”

“Mr. McKenna, I’ve told you a dozen times—your team just doesn’t have the technical backing for this project. No matter how you tweak the proposal, it’s a money pit. Are you out of your mind? Can’t you find something better to do?”

Her tone was edged with impatience.

As a major shareholder who’d given years to the company, Mila tried not to sound too harsh, but Randall’s stubbornness was beyond reason. She was reaching her limit.

Had Giselle put some kind of spell on him? Or was he just being an idiot?

“But you can see for yourself, this project has real potential. It’s worth giving a shot—we could start with a small investment, see how it goes, and then…”

Randall barely got the words out before his phone vibrated on the desk. He glanced at the screen, intending to ignore it, but after reading the message, he muttered a quick apology to Mila and stepped out to take the call.

Finally, some peace and quiet.

Mila waved Cara in to tidy up the scattered paperwork and glanced at the clock on the wall. Just a little longer and she could leave to pick up Adrian Montgomery from school.

She actually had a free evening for once. Maybe she’d take Adrian out for dinner—do something fun together.

It had been a while since she’d spent any real time with her son. Now that she was finally back in the country, she needed to make up for lost time. Pulling out her phone, she started searching for kid-friendly activities around town.

Just then, the door slammed open. Randall stormed back in, his face thunderous as he glared at her. “Chairman Sutherland, if you don’t like me or my proposals, just say so. You don’t need to resort to these underhanded tricks or take it out on my kid!”

Mila blinked. “Excuse me?”

Take it out on who?

She opened her mouth to ask what he was talking about, but Randall was already storming out, practically slamming the door off its hinges.

Leonard stepped in just as Randall exited, calm as ever. “Chairman Sutherland, the school just called. There’s been an incident—Adrian got into an argument, maybe even a fight.”

“What?”

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“What happened exactly?”

In the car on the way to the school, Mila leaned forward from the back seat, questioning Leonard as he drove. Cara, up front, was busy on the phone with the school.

Over the years, with Mila often abroad, Adrian’s school matters had mostly been handled by the Montgomery family and Leonard. After all, Adrian was the only heir to the family name. The Montgomerys took it seriously.

The moment Mila stepped into the nurse’s office, she froze at the chaotic scene. Two boys, both with bruised faces and puffy eyes, were being kept apart by teachers.

So it really was a fight!

“Mom!”

As soon as Adrian saw her, he barreled across the room, clutching her waist and bursting into loud, blubbering tears. His words tumbled out between sobs, “Mom, they were mean to me—they hit me! I lost my tooth!”

That was all Mila needed to hear.

She immediately knelt down, gently cupping Adrian’s battered face. His upper lip was bloodied, and sure enough, one of his front teeth was missing, leaving him lisping through his tears.

Her anger flared. How could someone hit a child this hard?

“Ms. Sutherland, if I could just explain—” the teacher began, her face tense, but the door banged open before she could finish.

Randall swept in, looking furious, with two hulking bodyguards on his heels. “Where’s my son?”

“Dad! Waaaaaah!”

Parker McKenna, just as bruised and battered as Adrian, had been quietly dabbing at his eyes. At the sight of his father, he broke down completely, wailing even louder than Adrian, “Dad, Adrian hit me! And he called me names!”